Black hair up in those unmistakable twin tails of hers. Even if her eyes are glowing… some kind of pale purple? It's her.
Dressed altogether in something that looked *way* too nice for an underground bunker. Like she was just on another model shoot and moving through the crowd of humans like she owned it - which I guess she kind of did now?
Since everyone is under the protection of the Rimecoat and I heard rumors that… yep, she's Marked! And there was something strapped to her chest. A pouch, the kind you'd use for…
Her baby. She really had a baby. Or pup, whatever!
"CITRA!"
My feet were moving before my brain caught up to the fact that I yelled. The crowd parted around me without my asking. Probably because my face looked like murder.
She turned before I reached her. Eyes that found me and lost their vigilance. Lost the glow that warned of her wariness.
Just gray again. Because of seeing me. Filled with something softer in that, which I didn't want to see!
