Everything had settled after their raid of Valta and Fia was actually pretty proud of herself. She wasn't really the gloating type, but she wouldn't have brushed off any admiration either. It was part of the reason why she made her way out onto the beaches tonight. She also didn't do well in big crowds so once Valta came to have their feast celebration she'd probably feel obligated by her family name to participate better. Easier to find her own time to make herself happy for now.

She used one of the few pits on the shore to start a fire, laying on one of the recently shaken out pelts around the fire pit and making her self comfortable with the noises the island had to offer. Nighttime certainly wasn't a stranger to her and she also enjoyed her relaxing little naps spread out through the day as well. She wasn't sleeping but she may have appeared so as she soaked in the heat from the fire.

"Fiametta"

The raid had gone alright, she'd heard. There'd been no doubt that it would be fine since it was a 'friendly' raid. Scylla expected bumps and bruises but nothing worse. That was why she kiiiind of skipped out on attending the post-raid healing. Surely her cousin had it under control. Iki, the golden child, could handle anything, right? Right.

After the raid, Scylla and Albion decided to take a walk around the shore together just for the hell of it. A bag of supplies hung around her brother's neck, ever a gentleman. A fire in the distance caught the young woman's attention and she shrugged at her brother before moving towards it. Scylla was surprised to see one of the Mendacium children out here on their lonesome.

"Fia, is it?" Not one for socialization or getting to know every single wolf in the vicinity, Scylla pretty much just knew names. Since the pair didn't really have a destination in mind, the fae met her brother's gaze and shrugged once more. She then proceeded to shake out furs for both of them, making sure that the sandy sand was off as much as possible before settling them in a triangular pattern around the fire. "How'd the raid go for you?" She imagined that the girl would say something if she wanted privacy.

"Scylla Klein"

Albion was riding on a high that he hadn’t experienced before, despite Elysium’s loss he had claimed his two personal victories. No one could claim he hadn’t put in his fair share of blood and effort. He proved his skill to his pack, but more importantly to himself. Albi didn’t sport any wounds that he couldn’t just shrug off, but he carried Scylla’s pack of supplies just in case she wanted to touch him up.

Part of him wished that he had been able to find Avacyn, but he hadn’t seen her since they had limped home from the raid, likely her attention was on her brother. A reminder of the difficult choice he had made. Being beside Scylla was easier anyway, and he felt like he could more fully relax. He didn’t have to be perfect for her.

Albion was absently following his sister when she shifted their path slightly to meet up with the young Mendacium princess. Albion knew Scylla was correct in her assumption of the girl’s name, being the heir’s betrothed Albion was well aware of all of her relatives. He watched Fiametta with a lift of a curious eyebrow. She had been one to win both of her fights as well if he wasn’t mistaken.


Albion Klein