[MythicDusk]

Akkia sat at the edge of the mist, her legs crossed and her eyes closed, gripping her knees lightly, she thought back. Her satchel beside her and a large rucksack beside that. On one hand, from her index finger, dangled a small peice of string, and from that, hung a wooden locket, shaped like a heart. Her eyes were closed as she thought back upon her past, she could almost see the young pup that she was, her tails curved over her back as her mother, the pure white of her pelt, black feyline invading the snow white. playing with her daughter, her three tails wagging back and forth.

The glassy stare as blood swallowed up the pale face.

Akkia's eyes flew open, taking in a sharp breath, gripping her kneecaps and eventually letting out a long, hoarse breath. She hated being here, especially by herself. She loooked over to the hand that gripped the locket and smiled.

But she loved Rosa.

[SpringsSong]

Rosa smiled as she walked into Idalani, her eyes taking in every detail of the first place she had traveled to after her birth.  It was here that she met most of her family, from her mother and stepfather to her maternal grandparents to her cousins and half-brothers and half-sisters...

...and now, she was coming here to meet with Akkia.

Rosa smiled as she felt the little oak heart against her wrist; Akks had given it to her right before they had both left from Dr. Red's to meet up again at the Falls.  Rosa had merely gone home, brushed her hair, put on a different dress -- now, she was in a purple kimono -- and had set out again without so  much as a "hello" or "good-bye" to her family that was there at the time.  When she saw Akks sitting just at the edge of the mists, she smiled.

"Akks~"

[14.3]

[MythicDusk]

Hearing the nickname that was reserved for the one she loved, Akkia looked over her shoulder, seeing Rosa with her one yellowed eye, she began to grin. Most people now called her Kia. She had no idea why, she guess it just rolled off the tounge better than her full name.

She slowly and shyly stood, the small locket hanging from her hand. She quickly hid the hand behind her back, grinning. "Hey, Rosa. I have a present for you." She began foreward, still smiling as she slowly drew her hand from behind her back, slipping the thread gently over Rosa's head, placing her palm on Rosa's jawline, the trackmarks had become slowly fading scars. She had found its easier to hide the trackmarks if you pressed them into the veins on the black of the feyline.

Akkia then pulled Rosa into a hug. They had been apart for around a day, but that was enough to make Akkia's heart ache with longing.

[SpringsSong]

Rosa smiled when Akks approached her.  When she said that she had a present for her, her eyes widened.  "Oh, Akks, you didn't have to--"

When she felt the other female's hand draw across her face.  Her eyes noticed that the trackmarks were fading now; "You haven't been needing the tranqs as often?" she asked happily before she noticed the locket.  It, like the bracelet, was wooden, and just as beautiful.

"Oh, Akks..."

[14.4]

[MythicDusk]

"I love you." Those were the only words that Akkia could muster. "I love you so much." Her arms still wrapped tightly around Rosa, as if to think that if she let her go, she would just fade away and be a dream.
But even then, the dream was wonderful.
Her eyes slipped shut as she began to smile, shedding a few tears of happiness. No matter what people said, no matter if they said how wrong it was, she was with Rosa. Nothing could change that. Nothing ever would change that.

[SpringsSong]

Rosa smiled as she wrapped her own arms around Akks, smiling as she said, "I love you too, Akks." She didn't want to leave either, for fear that, much like the mists, everything would fade away if she did.  She already had lost someone once, nearly paid for her own mistake of hesitation with her life; and now... well, now, she was with someone she loved and couldn't stand to lose her.

She was so happy to see Akks again that she had nearly forgotten her oboe, which was now in a case on her back.

[15.0]

[MythicDusk]

Akkia pulled away, smiling slightly. She desperatley wanted to hear someone sing. But Rosa couldn't. She eventually pulled away. "Rosa.." Akkia said gently, holding Rosa by the shoulders, her gaze feirce. "If something ever happens to me, will you sing to me? Let it be the last sound I hear?" She smiled weakly, her eye gazing itno Rosa's, full of love. The other, icy blue, was hidden behind her fringe.

[SpringsSong]

Rosa blinked in shock.  What on earth was Akkia saying?  Rosa certainly hoped that Akks wouldn't die, or be hurt and in pain and wanting to die.  However, after a few moments, she nodded.  Slowly, granted; but she nodded nonetheless.  "Yeah... if you were truly in pain and needed a way out of it... yes... I would, but only then."

There was marked hesitation in her voice, as though she was not sure that she wanted to do that at all whatsoever.  Nevertheless, she knew that if it was the only way that her love could be spared the pain of death, she would.

[15.1]

[MythicDusk]

Akkia smiled slightly, pulling Rosa close and nuzzling her face into her neck, eventually bringing her face back up and placing a gentle kiss on Rosa's cheek, and holding her close. There was nothing else she could really do.

[SpringsSong]

Rosa smiled as Akkia kissed her cheek gently, her eyes glistening.  "You know... this was the first place I saw outside of my trainer's pen when I was first born.  I had never seen such a beautiful place... nor had I ever seen so many of my relatives in one place.  They were having a family reunion... and I have a fairly large family." She said, blushing.

[15.2]

[MythicDusk]

"Shy wants a family reunion." Akkia stated simply. "That would mean just about all of my pen." She sighed and pulled away from Rosa. "The first sight I saw, truly saw, when I came to my pen, and the first sight I truly found a beauty, was you." She slowly pulled away, blushing slightly. "You want something to eat?" Akkia asked gently, suddenly changing the subject, heading for the rucksack that was propped beside her satchel and kneeling beside it, her hands trembling.

[SpringsSong]

Rosa thought for a moment, nodding.  "Hopefully the numbers of your pen's residence are not nearing four hundred.  That is about how many different pets I live with." She said with a light chuckle.  She knew that she was likely exaggerating, but not by much.  The Arena had grown from a little haven off of a river in a Forest of Fire to a full-fledged mansion that took up the entire forest.

"I will admit, I am a little hungry..." Rosa said, walking over to where Akks had the bags sitting.

[15.3]

[MythicDusk]

Akkia smiled slightly. Pulling out different items of food, she also pulled out a orange for herself, began peeling it and yelped suddenly, rolling on the floor in pain, rubbing her eyes. "I got orange juice. In my eye." She whimpered slightly, blinked and sat back up, continuing to peel the orange. Some of her un-blinded eye was now red. She must of been in some pain.

[SpringsSong]

"Oh ow." Rosa said, wincing as though she felt Akks' pain.  In a way, she did; she had gotten some acidic fruit juice in one of her eyes once, and it hurt.  After a moment, Rosa picked up one of the apples and bit into it.  She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten just a single fruit, with nothing on the side; just the pure fruit itself.  The apple was sweet and juicy, much like the ones that Zenia tended to back home.

It's because they're grown right next to a volcano, love, the great Blaze Battleheart had said.  Everything grown on volcanic soil tastes ten times better than the stuff they grow elsewhere.  That's why I'm glad all of us are so tolerant of fire, otherwise we wouldn't live here.

[15.4]

[MythicDusk]

Akkia was now eating sections of the orange with great glee. One of the things she enjoyed about life. Oranges, Tangerines, Satsumas and Clementines. She always used to eat them as a pup, and her obsession hadn't stopped even after she came to Shy. Every day, it was oranges.
Akkia then halted chewing for a second, swallowed, placed down the last of the orange, turned into a lucain, backed up and pounced foreward screaming 'ORANGES!' and devouring it with one gulp.