Home Sweet Home?

All the boxes were sorted into their propper rooms and most of their stuff was unpacked. The kitchen and bathroom had always been a little sparse even when Shiariel had married her husband, so there wasn't much in terms of cookwear and other 'necesities'. However there was only one room left that was still yet unpacked, the master bedroom. Not being able to help it much Shiariel stood in the door way looking into her room that seemed so empty even when it was cluttered with all of her and her husbands things.

Eversince his death she had a hard time looking at this room, reminding her that she had loved someone and they had loved her back despite her many 'quirks' that the humans called flaws. But her dear husband had loved her for them and she had loved him and all of his supposed 'flaws' as well. Taking a deep breath Shiariel moved into the room trying her best to keep her composure as she opened the first box. Inside was some sheets and the comforter... nothing stabbed her chest yet. But her eye's could not let her lie to herself, she knew what was in each box intimitly. Her abilities not allowing her to forget her own memories as to what was inside them.

It took longer then should have been necessary to remove the sheets and the quilt from the box and place them on the bed, Shiariel looking at the sheets to keep from looking at the rest of the boxes. Earlier in the day she had sent Soren out to do what he wanted in the new city...though thinking back to the past year that might not have been the smartest seeing as she had been rather neglectful, but that was neither here nor there seeing as she still had so much to unpack.

Once the bed stuff was on said bed she turned around to the rest of the boxes and she felt tears roll down her cheeks and her heart shatter into the multitude that was equivalent to the stars in the visible universe. She couldn't stop the flow and feeling her nose begin to run as well she set out at a faster pace, each step begging with emotional agony and ending in heart rending sorrow. How can I do this? How can I raise our son when I failed to protect you! she screamed in her head, I let him down and avoided him, for one year he reminded me to much of you.

She had finished only a couple of boxes, full of small momentos that she and her husband had collected over the years and were in a small pile that was off to the side of the room, almost in a shrine like scene, when she heard the front door open and she heard her son's voice entering the small house she had gotten for the two of them. Shiariel quickly wiped her face clean of tears and the lingering traces of her runny nose before walking into the front room. "Welcome back, how was your trip into..." Town? was the unfinished end to the sentence as she looked upon the form of someone new inside her home.

There was a pause in Shiariel's movement as she looked from her son to her new guest. Shiariel's eye for a brief moment turned a burning gold as her sight landed fully on Dyani Jones, Wendigo...There was something about that race that was setting off alarm bells in her head but she couldn't remember why. Not in this shocking breath of a moment as her mind raced as to what she was going to do. Though once her brain listened to the words once more in her head she found something to latch onto.

"Girlfriend?" Shiariel looked back to her son then taking what, unknowingly to herself, must have looked like a 'your stealing my son away from me after what happened to his father' sort of look and probably on the blizzard side of chilly right now, which wasn't helped by the fact as what she was doing not a minute ago.

"Isn't it a little soon to have a girlfriend, Soren?" Though her tone held much motherly love...it might have been a little smothery too. "We have barely unpacked... Are you planning anything that might dishonor this fair young lady?" That was more of a joke to it then the previous phrase but it still held a true question below.

Though onto the subject of dinner Shiariel looked over to a clock hanging no the wall and checking the time. It had gotten much later then what she had thought it was before coming out of her room. "If you'd like Dyani I shall throw something into the oven...or microwave...depending on if I actually remembered to hit the store. You kind of did decide to entrance my son at a slightly inconvenient time of us just moving in just yesterday...."

Shiariel's comments seemed to have put both of them against her and that was not something she wanted. Especially when she was trying to get closer to her son again. "I did not mean for my comment about your unexpected visit to be taken harshly. It was just that, unexpected. And I haven't any food in the kitchen yet if my memory isn't failing me today."

Seeing the takeout bag in her sons hand she nodded then "but it looks like my dear son has planned ahead, like always." her tone was...warmer when she spoke but it was holding back the flood of sorrow that could have been pouring from it at that moment. Her son shouldn't need to have learned to expect his mother to do nothing for him. It broke her heart.

"Let me go get some plates then! Go ahead and take a seat." She said with a gentle gesture. Before walking around the corner into the kitchen. She went for the cupboard that held the plates and cups, while she was moving them around she summoned a small data screen inside. Barely giving off any light at all and with the natural light of the sun and the lights in the kitchen it would more then likely go unnoticed.

She used the brief seconds to look up what a windigo was. And her heart lept into her throat at what it said. There was no justice in this world were her thoughts while she pulled down plates for them to use to eat. "So Dyani, where did you use to live before moving to Manta Carlos?" while she asked the question she gave a motion to ask Soren to take the dishes to the table.

If he did she would gently place her hand on his and whisper under the sound of clanking plates to him that later that night they needed to talk.

Soren didn't come over to take the plates from her, instead he pulled out some plastic utensils and paper plates. This gave Shiariel a sad smile as she moved back to put the plates away again. Though she did hear what Dyani was saying about being from Massachusetts.

Using this expanded information she found a bit more out about her. Entire family killed...but not much more then that. Her heart wanted to go out to the girl for being alone, but something deeper then the fiber of her being was still wanting to finish what the settlers stared. But that just made her feel sick thinking about it.

Her voice however didn't even waver as she began to answer the girls question. "Oh a little bit of every where state side. Longest time we spent any where was LA. But working as a very good Crime Scene Investigator tended to get me transferred a lot to places that needed me more."

It was about then that she came out of the kitchen to see how close the two of them were, only a day and they were this close. But were you and the love of your life no better? A rebelious part of her mind asked her as she sat down gracefully.

"Do you have any family of your own here on the island Dyani? I've heard that a lot of students at the Academy where sent here by themselves. it's just that...." She stole a glance at Soren before looking back at the food before them, what she was saying was also pointed inwardly. Her eyes guilty, would Soren be better off if she hadn't come? "that they would miss their families."