show them the joy and the pain and the ending
It takes her no time at all to find him. Of course, he is never far from her sight (it is difficult to escape it), especially with her son at his side. He had taken him for training, she knows, but she has discovered herself to be a protective mother. Oh, she would never stop Longclaw from doing as he wished, but that does not mean she would not watch over him.
Today however, it is not her son she has come for. It is his father.
For whatever ungodly reason, he had chosen Pangea as his home. The desolate wasteland is worse than the desert, her birth home. She stares at the decayed land, the sluggish river in the distance and nary a blade of grass in sight. Shaking her head a bit, she sighs softly as she casts her sight into the deathly expanse, finding her target and showing him the small nook near the border where she stands. In another place, she might have simply walked in and hunted him down. Gone to him where he currently stands. But she does not trust this land, nor its residents.
He lives here after all. Bruise, the wretched creature she had vowed her revenge on. Of course, she hadn’t told Wyrm that yet. She didn’t want him doing anything without her, and she knows him well enough to know he might have tried.
She would relish an encounter with the bastard, but he is surrounded by allies here. She is not so filled with confidence that she believes she could best an entire kingdom alone. So, she waits. With one hoof cocked in an appearance of ease, blue gaze lazily scanning the wasteland, she waits for Wyrm to come to her.
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts
@[Calcifer]