#yseult2

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Blood, she’d learned, is where a lot of people’s scents emitted from. Many trails had led her toward those she’d previously been around. Not everyone meant anything, or they were so well disguised Dusty had gaslighted herself into believing they were nothing to her. These soft edges were unmistakable. Dusty could have been incorrect in her assumption, but she sensed nerves. It was a dream to have her own soothed. Those solaces very rarely came, if ever. She could grant somebody her own dream if only to earn the karma to get what she wants in the end. She was not going to speak her name. Dusty wasn’t ready to reveal her identity so boldly either, not so early on in the circles. Her heart, however, could be worn for Yseult to see if she so bravely dared to let it happen. “Hi,” Dusty breathed in closely, towards Yseult’s ear. “Grunge-mother here, but I hate the sound of that, now that I say it again.” 

Elba spent a fair amount of time begging and pleading with her father to stay by her side. Ira explained more times than once that Sebastian’s body needed to be respectfully returned to his family sooner than later. He explained how she had been the suspect spotted near scenes of their disappearances and how it was best she stay out of sight for the time being. He explained why they could split and connect again later in Bloodhearth, reasonably taking the action of protective father. Elba couldn’t understand why it meant parting from her side, even with a promise of a return. It’d taken a few minutes to gather herself, deciding to stick with the line of trees as she trekked the couple miles to the nearest payphone. Elba didn’t even think of how they were both leaving Lori behind. She’d been forgotten already.