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The chill of autumn had its way to sink into a man's being. His eyes slid shut. The air was chilled but he could smell the start of fermenting fruit from beside him. It wasn't of complete interest to him yet. The winds of autumn brought with it a scent he couldn't ignore. On the wind, a familial scent. Not his brother, but someone just as close and important for him. His eyes opened and he watched in the direction of the wind. His scent was all over this orchard, same as Nabis's, though his was getting stale.

She came over the horizon and he watched her silently the entire time. He was sure she would of become a mother by now. She showed no signs of such things though. Perhaps their father had not let her breed with intent to breed her himself, though what she would be doing here then he had no clue. "Makani.... A bit far from home are you not?" He motioned for her to lay with him. He adjusted himself so she could lay against his side. If his father had not claimed her then Daemon might should his sister not have her eyes on another male. "Did you follow us for freedom from the ways of Sparta? Or do you hope to become a peice of our empire?" He would start gently, it wasn't like him but he was trying to be more gentle like Nabis.

If she laid where he directed her to, he would not only keep his eyes on her but also lean closer. He was subtly mixing their scents. His tongue came out to clean her neck and shoulders. There was no sign his father had placed a claim on her but it would not stop daemon from doing so.