It is not until the crest of the peaks peered down upon her that the woman began to truly feel the heavy burden of her travels. The whispers of conflict and a tight feeling in her gut pushed her forward faster than she had planned to return. No breaks. The sinewy muscle packed beneath thick fur twitched with the exhaustion but Yavanna ignored it. There were too many things to get done; she would rest only in her satisfaction of their completion. Their father, thought lost, was hopefully around. Finding him had been both accidental but a blessed thing. The only problematic thing was his lack of memories which had forced her to withhold who he was to her. She wondered if in her absence he had been able to fill the blanks.


The scent of the borders, crisp with the winter frost, burned her nose in the best way and she sent a call akin to a knock on the door. She needed to check on her family for the whispers she heard in passing did little but make her gut churn. With her own eyes she needed to take stock in her family and, from there, she would determine her next steps. Perhaps, it was time for her to come down from the mountain peaks where she blended with the snow in a way one mistook her for a ghost. Perhaps it was time for her to reclaim her title.

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Isla had always taken to a quick night patrol before retreating to her den to sleep. Keeping up on their scent markers and assuring that there weren’t any rogues loitering about was always her top priority, and tonight was no different. But as she moved along the imaginary line that separated neutral territory from the snow mountain pride’s home, a call would reach her ears. It cut through the otherwise silent night, first causing the Heiress to stop where she were at and stiffen. Ears twist forward, eyes narrowing while she tried to see if she knew who it was that was summoning the Summit leaders this late.

It was an itch at the back of her mind that she couldn’t scratch, the call so familiar yet forgotten. Isla would retake to moving forward, her gait now switching into a slow jog. She cut through the snow with ease, and while she went she would take deep inhales of the air with flared nostrils. No scent hit her until she rounded a corner, and once that smell wafted through her nose it was like it flickered a light on. Yavanna. The wildcat would move quicker now, not stopping until a darkened figure just outside their borders came into view. But that scent - that scent - was enough for Isla to throw away her current duty for the time being as she barreled over toward her sister.

“Yavanna!” Her voice would hold the tone of surprise and excitement at seeing her sister’s return. Isla wouldn’t hesitate to reach out to press the side of her muzzle against her sister’s own in a warm and tender greeting, a low sounding purr thrumming through her chest. “I see you’ve been carrying on well,” she would comment once she pulled her maw away, mismatched eyes looking over what she could see in the pale moonlight of her sister.

@Yavanna

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Her wraith of a girl returns to her on night's wings, away from the glare of the sun. Morrigan would hardly have recognized her had she not borne the cloaked woman who now waited at the borders for her. @Isla ♔, astute as always, had beaten the still wounded and voiceless monarch to the greeting, but considering Morrigan could actually say nothing to welcome another of Farrow's daughters home, it was a blessing she had made it first. After the sister's had made their greeting, Morrigan herself would seek to place an affectionate headbutt against @Yavanna's ivory crown, marveling at the fact that yet another of her daughters now loomed over her.

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On another breathe, like a dream, comes their mother. before she can even truly love up on her sister, she sees their mother upon the white backdrop. still, yavanna rubs against her sister with warmth in her belly. exhaustion put in the background due to the sheer excitement of being home. isla. she breathes affectionately as she pulls away. isla comments on her appearance and she gives a small smirk. you know the wilds take care of me well, schwester. yavanna offers as a response. a lick of her lips and the smirk turns to a curve of the lips, a smile of sorts, in joy of their mother's touch. hi, mamma. she murmurs softly taking a step back after returning her headbutt. eyes taking in her dark form, head tilting as they land on the teeth marks around her mother's ying-yang neck. i would ask how you are but it seems i have an idea. she's no stranger to battle scars, especially after seeing the damage farrow himself had upon his incident.

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The two sisters would be not left alone for long, for their own mutter had decided to join. Isla would aim to give @Morrigan a quick affectionate bump before watching the two exchange their own. And just as quickly with how excitement filled her it would not dissipate into a form of a low and rumbling growl while their mother showed @Yavanna her neck. "That..." the Heiress's voice would trail off, trying to collect her composure just enough to help her get through the story without allowing for volatile hatred to seep through.

"An enemy of ours did this... An enemy that one of our cousin's has so graciously made into a father of her children." Her tail lashes behind her, the fur along her neck and shoulders bristling. "András Rike." The name comes out in a hiss. Isla wanted Yavanna to at least know the name of the bastard who dared to try to take their mother away from this world before her time, so that if her littermate ever did come across him that she would know what he had done. "But Morrigan is still here and still Queen. Twice now she has defended her throne, and twice she has proven that we are a force to be reckoned with."

The ashen wolf would keep out the part of how there were several bodies of the Rike - or a Rike whore like the one she had won against - that had been thrown off from their cliff's in the last challenge, for now allowing for Yavanna to absorb the current information her sister had decided to tell her. Mismatched eyes then shift to look over at Morrigan, fully expecting a nonverbal reprimand but also waiting to stand her ground if needed - mother or not.

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Morrigan narrowed her eyes at the disdain with which @Isla ♔ spoke of Fernweh's actions, for if anything it had only earned the matriarch's pity. She'd been there when Fernweh had discovered his surname, and he'd spun it as a story of star-crossed lovers. While that may have left her sister's daughter as a naïve fool for her trust, it did not make her a traitor. Something which would need to be reckoned with later. For now she chose to focus on the fact she was reunited with yet another of her wayward children, @Yavanna would be free to make her own choices with the information she had been given however, perhaps the mess she was walking into would be off-putting, but Morrigan hoped it would rather serve as tempation to stay.

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Yavanna's pale head tilts as the new information passes from Isla's lips other ears and her lips twist thoughtfully. you cannot fault someone for who they love, schwester, let alone the children. that is an act entirely out of mortal hands. you may have made enemies of these children just for the memory of mistreatment. she says gently albeit followed by a heavy sigh. this andrás? he, however, i can blame. does he still breathe? a slightly bloodthirsty tone seeps into her voice, and her eyes, as her mind wanders through scenarios that none should ever want to be whispered into life. She allows herself a moment to relish in them before she pulls herself out of her self-delusions, catching on the tail end of her sister's sentence. She simply nods, unsure entirely what she is agreeing with, but assuming it holds a valid point. i have something to tell you but i would much rather do it when you're able to actually have a conversation without spitting blood. the words are monotone but direct, brow risen, as her eyes shift from isla to her mother.

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Isla would fully expect for @Morrigan to speak against what she had informed her sister on, but to hear it from @Yavanna herself? The Heiress stood there in silence while she watched her sister, expression steeled while she did her best to stay calm. Would her sibling be so eager to side with their cousin if she bore witness to what had almost happened that day on the Summit? Isla remembered how she felt when she saw Morrigan fall to the ground, right after the filth released her throat from his grasp. The unknowing of whether or not your mother was alive still cut through her and she knew she never wanted to feel that way again - not for a very long time still.

Yavanna's next slew of words would cause for an ear to twist back slightly, tail sweeping behind her while attention shifted between mother and sister. Why was it that she seemed to be the only one concerned of the transgressions Fernweh held above her head? It would have been one thing if their cousin was kept unaware of what family András came from, but to know and still continue on with... whatever she thought they were? It was absurd and there wouldn't be a time anytime soon where Isla even wanted to set eyes upon her, for she was still a traitor. The children, on the other hand... Shoulders would push themselves back to straighten her posture, muscles stiffening a bit. But she would not speak; no, instead she would wait to see what Morrigan would gesture.

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Morrigan noted the way that @Yavanna's thoughts fell more into line with her own feelings, but she understood as well that her other daughter had not witnessed what Talisa and @Isla ♔ had witnessed, had not had the blood-soaked image implanted in their minds as her wife described it. Morrigan was willing to temper Isla's ire against Fernweh, but she wouldn't fault either daughter or their mother for their wish of death upon the Rike man. Morrigan would nod as Yavanna asked if he still breathed, but cocked her head to the side when she shared she had other news. But she was right about this not being the proper time, and so the High Queen would merely gesture over her shoulder with a movement of her head to invite her daughter deeper within the Summit. exit morrigan

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A heavy sigh escapes the Heiress' lips while she watched her Mutter and Schwester, feeling as though her reasoning would not be seen by her sister; she understood but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. Isla knew that she would use every waking moment if she had to to hunt down the Rike who almost took their mother away, but for now she was content on keeping an eye on Morrigan and making sure she was getting rest to heal quicker. As the Queen motions for Yavanna to follow, Isla would take the place at the rear, falling in step with them while her mind clouded with many things - one being the news her sister had to tell.

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