Narsil had never planned on finding her mother, she never planned on watching her retribution arc and being apart of it. Narsil never expected to taste an enemy's flesh so young. But she had. And it felt down right damn thrilling. A shiver ran through her pelt walking through the caverns until the screeching bats above them, this was still better than the beach. She couldn't get close to a place like that again, it was a bittersweet memory. Clenched in her jaws was a young meerkat a simple snack to share with her, something to tide them over until she found the others. Grunting she spoke out to the darkness, ”Galadriel” she called, she felt strange to call her 'mom' just yet.

Her babe had grown into a woman in the time she was gone. Galadriel perhaps should have been there but it's a bit difficult when you're otherwise engaged. She had no intention of being away so long but, she couldn't allow those bastards to run rampant. It was their fault for capturing a dragon. Life does not stop and she's heard tales from Narsil of the unfortunate state Drakon was left in before his untimely demise. It shook her. She loved him, still loves him but he allowed himself to fall as a dragon. It hadn't been like that before. Not before her kidnapping. Perhaps it was merely a coincidence. Could such an event have changed him? Endless questions and no answers.

Something had lead them to new lands (more like Rameses is a stinky boy). Galadriel wasn't sure what happened to the other place. Someone must be grumpy up in the celestial realm because she's had to move like 5 times now. They thankfully find shelter but, they aren't alone. Bats. Noisy ones too. Ah, well it does liven up the place. Galadriel is pleased to see something else other than lions. Narsil leaves her insisting that she find food. what exactly was to be found? Galadriel would hunt later, maybe the others would join.

Soon Narsil returns and she smells a meal. It does not break her that she is called Galadriel after all she was but a stranger. Still, she loved her daughter all the same. Her eyes almost glow in the dark as she is on the edge between light and shadow "What did you find? she calls stepping further out into the open. Light just gracing her as it shines through a crack.

Narsil couldn't fault Galadriel for her time missed, however she could still be bitter about the fates. But fate had tied them together again. Besides she had filled in her mother of every little thing she had witnessed and came to understand of her father's relationship with the lizard Hecuba. No she had brought home a proper dragon. However being stuck with Ramses and Kira she could memorize their scents easily, and it didn't take long to trail them to this new land. She assumed the valley was no more and thus they came here.

Galadriel calls and she finds her mother in the dark easily, she drops the meerkat to her mother's feet, she grunted ”it's not much but it will do” she reassured, then shifted with unease. Impatience more like, she wanted to call them. She wanted them to see that Hecuba was wrong, Galadriel hadn't willingly abandoned them. She knew nothing but lies. Claws were gripping the rock beneath her feet unconsciously, she looked back at her mother, she was well enough physically but what about mentally? ”Eat up. Then it is time to meet the other dragons you birthed” she said it firmly, almost a demand but not quite. There was a hint in her voice that Galadriel would face her demons here and now, and get past it. Narsil would force it to happen. Ten months and already a control freak, someone had better clear a throne for her.

A meerkat. A meerkat!? What are they gonna do get a quote on their insurance? Ha. A meerkat to share, Lady and the Tramp it? It would have to do even if she was concerned at such measly portions. I worked my way up for this!? She would eat anything for survival and she shouldn't expect Narsil to be a master hunter. A small smile "We'll make a hunter out of you yet.", of course, that's if Narsil desired to learn. Galadriel can't help the passing doubt in her mind but she buries it deep along with all the other skeletons she hides in there.

She snorts, Narsil is almost commanding her. It brings pride to know that her daughter does not bow "Demons don't scare me. They look at me and run." hell better be keeping her throne warm because she's not stopping. Demons, monsters, it's all for nought she is the true horror of the dark. She's been through too much shit to just kneel and take the pounding. Fuck it. Let the world burn. Dragons don't go down easy.

Narsil's head whipped around to stare with fiery eyes at her mother, the implication that she needed to be 'taught' anything made bile rise in her throat. Because if not for the rogues Narsil would say she and her siblings did pretty damn fine on their own. They taught themselves, and the only reason her mother feasted on a petty mal was her lack of size and knowledge of the area. Jaw tightened withholding her tongue from lashing out. Galadriel was an ally, not enemy.

Fur bristled she slowly turned her head away from her mother and hid a smirk while doing so. Even demons would flee from the three of them, she thought. Jaws opened to call for @Ramses and @Kira , it was time to meet thy mother. And judge her how they wished. Narsil wasn't here to soften blows, they would bare it all here and get it out of the damn way. Reclining to seat her rear upon the floor, she muttered, "I would eat if I were you.... " a simple suggestion, no command this time.

the call is delightfully familiar - even if these tunnels are not. he nearly trips over himself in excitement to heed the calling of his wayward sister, finally brought back to the fold. kira is sure to be nearby too, and soon the three of them will finally be reunited. and this time, rameses will not let either of them go so easily. they'd already proved that they were stronger together; he would keep them here against their will if he had to. they would not leave him again if he could help it.

with a snarl he prowls down the tunnels, getting lost a few times. it is aggravating and by the time he finally stumbles upon @Narsil's scent, she isn't alone. the scent is strangely familiar, but he doesn't pay it much mind. with a silent huff he realizes that narsil has hunkered down in the big chamber with all the bats - a horrible choice, really, but hopefully they wouldn't be here for too long.

the smell of blood and meat is lost in all the other scents - the damp air of the caverns, all the bat shit, and his sister. and.... this other woman. appearing finally, he comes like a dog called, chuffing a quiet greeting. "narsil, it's about damn time." otherwise he is silent, orange eyes gleaming in the lowlight - eyes straining for the sound of kira, for surely she's hot on his heels.


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