courtesy call

Banshee ran her tongue along her upper teeth and flicked it at the side of one of her fangs with the mention of them. A heat rose to her cheeks as her former mentor spoke. 'Now I am to be compared to the Warlord rather then my father.' Ban shook the anxiety with a gentle huff, "It seems that way." The yearling flicked her dappled nose towards her aunt's horns. Previously she had only seen them as nubs. Now they were full fledged Goat horns almost like Zee. Zee's were much more upward and curled though. "We are all mutants now." Banshee smirked slightly as if making light of Ashen's plethora of interesting traits. Claws, fangs, antlers, and even long fur. It was all so odd but interesting at the same time.

The yearling stared at her aunt as she pointedly asked how she was doing. Honestly, Banshee hadn't a clue how to respond. The babe had been in pretty horrible situations since birth with the latest being trapped in a thorny cage for weeks. Surviving off sparse rain water, old meat, and berries. Luck was the only reason she made it out alive. But, was that even the worst of it? Banshee had lived to discover her father was gone This time.. it could be for good. No one uttered the word dead but she knew everyone was thinking it. With the looks of it, everyone had moved on pretty quickly. Especially with the death of Archon.

Finally Banshee spoke, "I have never been better, Lucretia." The babe's eyes were dull with an agonizing angst. For some reason the thought of the Kleins gave her an ill feeling. Responding to the call she had felt neutral. But, within those moments of conversing with the healer the babe's emotions were flaring and those mental wounds were tearing back open. Looking into the eyes of another being that Banshee felt only superficially cared for her. "Thorns got me." Banshee knew if she didn't give a reason as to why there were tiny cuts all over her body Luce would pry onward. Thus, she gave a simple and very underwhelming answer.

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