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A Clover had returned to find her family in the same state as she had left them like always. It was both comforting and sorrowful to find them, but still not a single sign of Daisy. If the rest of the Eithne family hadn't acknowledged the loss, she might've thought she'd simply dreamt up the precious baby girl. She made her way to a part of the grove that she often brought her pups to explore and watch butterflies flourish. She sat there watching a vibrant teal colored set of wings dancing through the air when she heard her name called by a familiar voice. She turned her head and stood slowly, her soft pink eyes widening as they recognized the elegant form of the beloved caregiver of her childhood. “Meala!" Her voice caught in her throat as she kicked off the gentle moss beneath her paws to bridge the distance between herself and the woman. She fell into an embrace and then leaned back, misty eyes looking her over as she struggled to find the words to say. “H-how are you? Where have you been all this time? I-I've missed you terribly!" @Meala
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