Beauty is beauty

Dreaming for so long all I knew is that I must find my mates and the scattered offspring. When I had reawakened I felt their heartbeats and heard their silent calls. 

If there is nothing else I wished to have them close, so the goal has been set it is just the dangers ahead and if those around me would be enlightened by their own memory.

A mother, who has birthed young would always have that connection with them. Just as I felt that of my mother even though it was taunt signalling she was far away. 

Eyes opening, I was greeted by a sight which forced me to flutter them close again. That sight before me is a bit overwhelming.

I thought with such inner drama of questioning myself about the memory I had inherited that I would be prepared, but I guess I thought too little.

The male before me was handsome, I remembered him of course, but he seemed so much like that one from the island, in fact, I am torn with this male because he is so damn sly!