She was at a lose for words, all she could do is take in the familiar scent of her homeland enter her lungs before she exhaled it back out. A soft cloud of ghostly white came with every breathe and she just could not believe her eyes, she was back. She could not see her father, to see her brother whom was her betrothed. Ah, Lucius. She could not help but wonder about how he had grown, she was much more lithe and graceful than her much younger self. It was then she heard her mother's voice, she had not heard her father's but when she shouted his name it shattered the daydreaming she had been doing. Her dual colored gaze focused and the scene played out like a movie. Her mother, who she looked almost identical to, ran to her father and tackled him to the ground. Snow flew up with their combined weight, and soon her ginger sister moved from her playing in the powder of their home. She could only blink, unable to really believe what she was seeing. They had been gone for so long, she had not really thought they would return.

Was this even real, or was this just a fantastical dream that she would wake up from?