No Lamb Was Lost [Pt 2]
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"Evening, ma'am."
The hooves had stopped, just shy of where Dario could glean any information as to who had entered his home. A shadow of her form was cast onto the floor in front of him; a somewhat familiar shape.
"Luca. Is he here?"
"Right there, with his mum."
The elk motioned as he spoke, and before Dario could prepare himself further, a female Caprinae took quick steps into the room, acknowledging the stag and his mother.
"Anita. Dario."
The younger half-breed was taken aback; this couldn't be who he thought it might be. He'd heard of stories - Milae recounted them many times, in passion, in anger, and in memoriam. He knew he could be wrong, but the name left his lips before he could stop himself from speaking.
"Duri?"