She longed for her mother's embrace, wishing that her family were reunited once more. It was the greed of longing that cursed her to wander the worlds of the universe.
Heaven, Purgatory, Gehennah, Yggdrasil, and so much more. These were mere glimpses inside this woman's mind.
Seeing as though her hair was not of a normal color, the moon gazed at the metallic hair.
Baheer anxiously stuttered, "W-Was there a problem, young miss- I mean Cloette?"
"Nothing mon ami! It just, the memories of the frost seemed to be a thing of the past. Not many survived from these events. But we still didn't understand why." muttered the curious dhampir.
"Well maybe, if I may interject. The blood vial of the Great Stag of the North?" said Baheer.
Cloette looked at her new companion with widened eyes.
'Oh, mierde ma mere! He's right!' thought Cloette.
