» every broken promise

NAERYS Naerys had been ignoring the changes in the Rift like a petulant child. Fighting against the pull towards various locations until the urge disappeared so that she could happily continue on her way. She'd had no business being there anyway, no business attending to the one that placed her here instead of outright killing her. Maybe, instead of simply blocking her mother's way in Helovia she should have followed her father - not to save him, no, but to join him. Maybe then Kisamoa would have taken her, too. But that required a fair amount of trust and belief that Iona would stop Alysanne from doing the same thing, or that her mother wouldn't follow her to certain death. Yet, it's fair to say that Naerys didn't have it in her to forfeit her life like that. She wasn't that brave. She wasn't that careless. For the third time since her arrival, she felt compelled to move. The exact location isn't clear, she has no name for it only a general direction: East. For the first time since her arrival, though, she gives in to the compulsion and follows it. This time, though, she can't rely on her mother to watch Alerie. Surely she'd allowed that too much already, though Alysanne wouldn't be likely to speak up. With the dark brown filly glued to her hip, she is suddenly grounded and her pace is slowed almost as dramatically as it had been mere weeks ago when she'd been heavily pregnant. Naerys, so used to traveling unhindered by small helpless creatures, finds it difficult to avoid shove the girl along, or push her pace in ways that no mother would. Despite her annoyance, never does the thought of abandonment ever cross her mind. Naerys does care for the young filly, it just isn't that simple. With a pace that feels barely above a glacier, the mother daughter duo finally arrive at the gathering crowd near a river she'd never seen before. He is there, of course, doing more strange, secretive things. Things that leave the air thick with magic. For a moment, Naerys hesitates - stopping abruptly enough that Alerie nearly collides with her. Naerys longs for the information, longs for some semblance of the life she had before, some sense of freedom but bringing her nearly newborn filly here - around him - felt wrong. It felt dangerous. Had it not been for Iona's loud, rather blunt mouth - Naerys might have turned tail and taken Alerie far away from Kaos or Kisamoa or whatever the fuck he wanted to be called these days. As it so happens, however, her teal eyes find Iona amongst the crowd. Quietly, unceremoniously she slides in beside her aunt with her gaze warily trained on the reason they were all here. which is more dangerous, the dagger brandished by an enemy, or the hidden one pressed to your back by someone you never even see?

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Stands next to @Iona and eyeballs Kisamoa but keeps her mouth shut.