» The Tree of Light

to the stars who listen There was a call across the land that had Rexanna and Marembo scrambling for it. It was unlike any of the others she had experienced, wandering aimlessly toward it as if it held the answers to all her questions. She hoped it did, she hoped she’d see familiar faces and the slight idea of happiness flicked into her mind before it dissipated as quickly as it came. She couldn’t get too excited, hoping to find all her children and her mate alongside the voice that called to her – she couldn’t get her hopes up only for them to be demolished. She sighed quietly as she headed in that direction, Marembo offering a gentle caress of her withers as he remained curled up alongside her spine as if he could do his best to help the frustration she felt and the tortured half of her she felt every waking moment. She trudged on, a blur of cream and gold among the darkness of the Rift despite the heat that poured into her veins and the sweat that laced her body. Upon reaching the sight of a bubble in the distance, she paused – her heart lurching and her breathing heavy and uneven as she scrambled to regain enough strength to make it the short trek. Marembo had resorted to gripping her mane in an attempt to hold on while she ran, galloping through the world to what she hoped would be her salvation – and his too. When they reached the bubble and crossed into it, a soft caress of cold touched her cheek before it reached the rest of her. A sigh escaped her lips as she fought to regain her breaths, the chill and snow in the air falling ever so slightly was welcome relief among the heat of scorch and the adamant run she had done to get here. But then her eyes beheld the event ahead of her. A tree for decorating, a group of people, and three elephant-like creatures standing in the center of the base of it. A smile tugged on the corners of her lips and her heart began to pulse a thunderous beat. Marembo reached for the little trinket of himself as he said through the bond, “I’ve always liked this one.” He murmured, mostly to himself, but Rexanna’s eyes widened and a lump formed in her throat as she whipped her head back to stare at the polecat. “I hear you Remy!” She passed through the bond, much to the delight of the polecat as he grabbed the charm and offered her a fuzzy grin as he raced to place it on the tree. She watched his every movement, smiling to herself as he returned with that same smile – something she had dearly missed in the time they spent in the Rift. “Kiada is here.” He announced to her, reaching to latch onto her tail and make his place along her withers once again, gesturing the best he could to where Rexanna’s own spotted daughter stood. Her heart beating louder and feistier as she looked to the Matron’s and offered a small prayer of thanks and gratitude before her feet began moving toward the child – no, woman, that was her daughter. A grin reached her lips as she paused beside her daughter, much taller than her now, reaching her muzzle over to press her pale lips to her daughter’s scarred withers. “Kiada.” She said, mostly to herself to make sure it was real before pressing her face against her daughter’s withers harder to make sure that it wasn’t a dream. "Talk." and the dreams — that are answered. rexanna

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Rexanna would like for presents:
A golden scarf she can wrap around herself,
Perhaps a trinket of her children's companions?