The ebon huntress stood strong yet panicked as she looked for Baymax.. but he was no where to be found. Her heart once again felt lonely. She stood near the edge of the forest yet in the meadow. The lady lifted her nares to the sky and closed her orbs as the wind gust rather hard for the spring, her tassel whipping around her hips and rump, her banner licking at her nape, her bangs wisping around her forehead. What a beautiful spring breeze.. she thought to herself briefly.. taking in the moment.. the silence. I wish Baymax was here to feel this... She thought letting out a soft sigh. Her nares sniffed the air.. catching a familiar scent. Everytime she smelled it, it was almost as if it called her. "Akvah.." She said softly under her breath as she opened her eyes and scanned the bright terra before her. Akkadian.. She thought as her eyes fell upon him, standing strong in the distance as if he was frozen. The gladiator stood before her. She suddenly felt a almost belligerent wave of anger flow over her. How dare he show himself before her. She had spoke she never wanted to see him again. Why had he came for her.. what was he going to say this time. She wanted to hear him out.. She was only so angry at him because she cared about him.. about the family.. about the legacy.. She was proud to be his sister.. Yet he didn't seam to care the same way nor as much as she did to be his family. Jord had always looked up to him as a pillar of strength in hard times, yet the moment she needed him he tossed her to the side like rubble. What was wrong with him... These were the thoughts she was having when she attacked him. Her brain thought it was only fair to give him a second chance... her heart hurt though and yelled at her that it was a bad idea. If she gave him a second chance she would seam weak,..falling back on her words that she didn't want to speak or see him.. that he was no longer her brother. She took a deep breath before her pistons moved her strong, scarred bodice toward him. She hated herself for making the decision.. but she wanted to see what brought him to her...
Once her pistons carried her to Akkadian.. her orbs just scanned over him silently. His strong form, his long banner and whip,... his scarred shoulder. It almost hurt her to look at his wound. She had hurt her family out of anger... she hoped he knew she really didn't mean to .. she just loved her family.. and for him to throw her away for a mare that wasn't family hurt her. "Why are you here Akkadian.." she spoke. Her vocals still soft and beautiful, calm and silky. Yet she tried not to let her voice crack as she spoke to him. She was still hurt by his actions.. probably something she'd never forget. She knew that if she ever had children she would teach them to love and be respectful to all those around them.. unless they hurt the family or do them wrong. Her amber optics looked at Akkadian.. almost sad yet softly.. waiting for his response. The wind drifted her homeland scent toward the brute that stood before her, warm and inviting.