adjustments to be made
02-17-2016, 07:37 PM
Her brother interrupted her lazing about, daring to comment on the singular occasion so far that day where she'd let herself relax. A low growl rumbled in her chest, tail flicking irritably in his general direction. He retracted it, naturally, knowing full well she could kick his ass- king or not. He joined her in sprawling in the grass, sighing heavily. Gods above, he sounded like he'd been a king for decades, not weeks. He commented on the nature of their existence, as though it were some sort of mystery to him. She snorted, curling one forelimb over his flank in a vaguely affectionate gesture. She used their mother tongue, as she always did with her family. Her sarcasm and eloquence simply couldn't carry in the common one. Not to mention, who could be bothered to use a language that wasn't naturally theirs when with their family? "Brother mine, you chose this- dug your own grave." Husky vocals retorted in an amused tone, nipping at the section of furred skin that happened to be closest to her. Mith sounded just like their father after a long day, weary of the world and somewhat philosophical. "But yes, it is quite the life you built for us here." She indulged him, grinning. "How are you enjoying leadership? Everything you thought it would be? Or have you made a huge mistake, as you so often do?" She teased, thumping his ribs with her paw. He had done so much in the short time they'd been in Alacritia, carved out a section of land to be his own, started a family- sort of. Yet, here Caia was, the same as ever. Perhaps a little greyer, but that was a consequence of being related to Mithras. Sure, she was doing her part to make sure her brother didn't do something stupid, but that was her job as sister. A soft sigh shuddered from her nostrils, gaze drifting up to the sky.
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