Emma dragged her gown on and on through the mud of the side streets, the fox girl's maw parted, but the gown itself was periced with her fangs to it firmly in her mouth. The eyes of the fox, impassive, unmoving, and, as she reformed, her body crunching and skin tightening, the fur retracting back into it's body, there stood Emma, placing on her Mother's gown, to hide the naked flesh.
The gown smelt of her Mother.
"Mommy..." Emma cried, placing her hands against the wall of a house, not sure now of when in this damned place she was. She had wandered so far, everything looked unfamiliar once more. "Why... Why did you have to die? Why?"
Lucy was dead now, and Emma could do nothing to prevent it. Nothing. And, felling a light chill run down her spine, the sound of her Mother's voice was right, in her ear, and she turned quickly looking about her almost excitedly. "Mom! Mommy?!" A crack of thunder replied, and it began to rain heavily.
The white gown stuck to her flesh, her naked flesh becoming revealed under the fabric of the gown, and she fell to her knees causing asplash of the puddle that formed under her. Her fingers emtwined in the mud, the tips of her hair muddy and dirty, as her eyes - the bruise now gone, closed tightly, closing them away from everything, from reality, from sorrow. But still she cried.

Emma's Mother was dead, and now she had no idea... On what to do...

Ayreg? That man... Her fingers clenched the mud and she threw the clump to the ground, her face wild in anger. But... She calmed herself, she calmed her soul... No.... She cannot make the mistakes her Mother made... Standing, she made her way back, towards the RDI, to her Mother's room... Wishing to gather up her things.

Openning the bathroom she did not find much except an even more dank and dark room, but this was something of a shock to her. There, on the floor was Leather Armour, Letaher Sandles, A fine Longbow and lots, and lots of Arrows.
"My God..." Emma stepped in to look about, "Mom... Why?" Was this in preperation for the war? Moving her Mom's gown into the horribly broken sink, then came to spot a small piece of paper next to all this items, and picked it up, looking to it curiously. "To Emma" It read.
Emma's heart jumped and she turned the letter over to see upon it badly written handwriting... Yeah it was her Moms, it must have taken her an hour to write it, she wasn't exactly great in the writings of words.
"... To you Emma, please do not get involved in the up coming fight. These are here incase... I die..." Emma then gave a confused look, "She... planned all this?" Yep, that sounded like her Mom, if triple deception wasn't enough, she decieved her own daughter into thinking she did not love her... God... Why couldn't they just run away while they had a chance for a happy life?
"... I know my Star is to big and heavy, so I bought something I know your species was renowned for. A good bow. I love you. From Mom..." Emma's tears were streaming as she read in even smaller writing: "... Change your name, change your look, when the time is right... Run away."

Emma crumpled the note in a tight fist, a determined look upon her face. Then, looking to the armour and arrows she moved to them, gathering them up and taking in them into the bedroom, plonking them onto the ground she wrapped them up, in rather large parcel, and dressed in new clothings. She was going to train.