misfit

Banshee was quiet as Belle explained to her lightly the desert that drew her aunt so vividly. However much Belle was not convinced of winning her niece over. Not that she could blame her, potentially running back into her siblings or parents verses the visually lifelessness of the sandy desert. She wouldn’t go to harshly on the young girl. The babe looked upon her with innocent blue eyes and Belle smiled back as she questioned hernext lessons.

The ivory splashed Klein returned to her niece, offering another nuzzle as she swelled in her pride of the youngling. ”To survive, to thrive, to fully grasp your identity as the Klein Princess you are.” Deathbelle wanted deeply to provide the girl a Kingdom to bask within. One day soon, if the fates smiled down at her. ”Your fighting techniques, certainly. Some simple herbalism. Even if you have no desire to learn the flora around you, knowing how to take care of your own wounds is a vital skill in any warrior.” Ban hadn’t shown any interest in her herbs yet, but Belle would teach her none the less.