It had not taken the Queen long to return to her brothers kingdom, and her home. She crossed the border with confidences, her posture still rigid. Hackles remained at attention, her russet plume curled over her hips, audits flat against her skull, emerald pools burning with liquid fire. Her crown tipped back, letting loose a dangerous melody. She needed to speak with her brother. Now. Her dear little sister had run off to join the enemy. The pale faced girl had abandoned the red Queen. Her call came to an end and lips curled back, her temper flaring wildly. Paws clawed the earth as the young Queen paced, wearing a path in the earth. How could she?! That was her sister! Her dear little sister, her only sister! Jaws lashed out at nothing. The Queen herself had no desire to meet the wretched man that was called her father. And it seemed that her brothers were on the same page. Eulari had to be difficult, had to go getting herself into trouble. Trouble that she couldn't rescued from. The girl would come to her senses soon enough and come crying for help. But no. She was a traitor, a label that the Queen would make sure followed her everywhere she went. Talk like this

Eulari. Eulari. Eulari. The youngest of his blood siblings and also the most rambunctious of the three. She was the only one of the four that had any resemblance to Isardis and maybe it was because of that she had decided to go to Glaciem to meet the Ice King. He had tried to warn her against it, like he had told Falk and Sibelle, but she was a stubborn little thing if he had ever known one and she didn't heed his warning. She had said she wanted to meet him and the cobalt Re wasn't about to stop her. He just hoped that she wouldn't be caught up in of the mess that typically came along with meeting Isardis, but of course there was no guarantee for that. What he hadn't expected was for her to go to him so quickly. Sibelle's voice rung out across Tortuga, urgent in its tone as she summoned him. Something had happened. The Re discarded the remains of his meal, tossing the bones into some nearby bushes as he loped down from his perch, wasting no time as he headed in the direction of his sister's call. Her russet figure came into sight a few moments later and he could almost see the flames rising off of her frame, her emeralds like liquid pools of fire. She was fired up about something. He just hoped it wasn't that something that he suspected. What happened little Red? Talk like this

Falk was just returning to the rocky territory of Tortuga when he heard his sister's voice and he could easily tell from her howl that something was wrong. There was no telling what was getting under his sister's pelt this time. He hurried his pace, wanting to find out what was the matter. Unlike his sister and brother, Falk had no idea that his other sister Eulari had finally arrived in Alacritis so he had no ideas to go off of when he approached his siblings. The large brute took a seat beside Taurig, gazing at their sister with concern. "Yes, what's wrong, sis?" he asked, wondering what in the world could have her so steamed up. He had seen her mad before, but he couldn't remember a time when she was so furious. He thought he could see the anger coming off of her in waves and he was afraid that if he got too close he might get caught in the back lash. He waited patiently for her to explain herself. Speech Thought Others

It took no time for the familiar thuds of her brothers steps to breach her ears, invading them more so than the sound of her blood rushing threw her veins. She turned to face him, pools bright with fury. Jaws parted to speak but Falk arrived just a moment before, both her brothers voicing their concerns. "Eulari is here." Her lyrics were directed mostly at Falk, assuming that he was still in the dark about their sisters arrival, seeing as it seemed as though Eulari had already met their cobalt brother. "I just saw her today, and she fled. Straight to our father." The last word that left her creamy lips was spat like a curse, it tainted her mouth. It was a struggle to stand still, to keep from pacing or chasing down her foolish sister. Neither of her brothers held the same relationship with the pale faced girl. The pair had been close, the russet Queen always looked out for her little sister, making sure she stayed face. But now she played the fool, racing off straight into the jaws of the devil himself. Toes flexed, claws digging into the earth. Her outward appearance began to cool, but inside her rage continued to burn. How could her sister turn her back on her? Talk like this

She wouldn't waste a moment to inform both of her brother's that their youngest sister Eulari had arrived in alacritis. The cobalt brute simply nodded quietly in agreement. He had already met Eulari and had tried to tell her of the dangers that Isardis posed, but the next words that came from his sister's lips sent the Re's stomach dropping to his paws. I just saw her today, and she fled. Straight to our father. Isardis had taken his baby sister. Eulari was pretty much gone; never to seen in Tortuga again. And if she was...the pale ghost might try to hunt her down if she ultimately decided she didn't want to be there anymore. What had the child gotten herself into? What do you plan on doing little red? I really hope you're not planning on going to get from Glaciem because you might not come back...and I don't want to loose you... It was clear that he had already lost his baby sister to the bastard, he didn't want to loose Sibelle or Falk to him either. Talk like this

Taurig was the first to speak, asking of her plans. Oh she had plans. Her hardened gaze would land upon her brother, she was quiet for a moment. "I do have plans. Big plans dear brother. But all in due time." It was all she would say. The young Queen was not so foolish as to run off blinding to Glaciem. No. She could wait. She could be patient. Waiting for the opportune moment to strike. But one way or another, her sister would be free of Glaciem. One day. Slowly the fury ebbed away, her muscles began to relax, her expression becoming eerily calm. Her gaze would turn to Falk, giving him a chance to speak before she would leave. She did not intend to linger after leaving them with this news. She intended to practice her skills. To begin preparing now. She needed to be ready for the day she crossed paths with her father. She would make sure of it. It would no longer be avoided. Talk like this