The trek back home from the festival was long, but it hadn’t gone unproductive. She had been learning the terrain and where things were, it would be useful to know such things when she and Noir were on their own. The festival had made her realize some things, that she needed to be a better sibling in the short time before leaving. If she could get her own family on her side there was a chance that down the road she could ask for their help if she needed it. It was doubtful that she would even ask for help, but it was nice to keep your options open. She let out a call for her brother Tornadic, she had no clue if he would answer but she would at least try.

toRnAdic He took his time responding to his sister’s call, still envious that she had gotten to go to the festival. He approached her with his spear in his jaws, his tail flagging out behind him as he crept toward her, ominous in his approach. He stuck his spear into the snow packed earth and shook out his fur, tufts of downy hair snowing from his form. “You called?” He asked, forcing his voice to be deeper than it actually was in an attempt to seem more mature. He wouldn’t let her know how jealous he was of her, but all his thoughts came to a halt as he noticed the small deformations in his sister’s skull. “What happened to your head?!” He cried shrilly, his eyes wide, wondering if she had even noticed that her skull seemed to be deformed. Speech

Her brother arrived and instantly took control of the conversation. She wasn’t aware of anything on her head. She had had some headaches and itches there, but that was it. “Nothing? What happened to your head?” She was unsure if this was just an attempt to mess with her or something she just didn’t understand yet. Shaking the weird vibe off she went to trying to have a conversation “How’ve you been?” She hadn’t had much occasion to talk to Tornadic and now that she had a chance she was going to take it. At least he didn’t seem to hate her right off the bat like Tyto would have.

toRnAdic His paw raised to swipe at his skull, almost expecting there to be two small lumps at the top of his head like his sister’s but found only smooth bone. She asked how he was and he gave a small huff. “Grounded, how else would I be?” He asked rhetorically. He still envied his sister for having gone to the festival. “What about you? I bet you had a lot of fun.” He grumbled. He didn’t hate his sister, but he knew she disliked Winterfell, sadly they disagreed on that point, but some part of him that was her brother kept him from hating her for any reason. Speech