The Bat Cave

Banshee sat with her tail curling at her hip. A grin stained her light lips and exposed more of her elongated fangs. She took in her siblings words with a flick of an ear and a simple nod. Recluse seemed to embrace her namesake. The sun was an albino's mortal enemy. When they were mere saplings Recluse would have to stay inside while Ban and Mordi were able to play in the daytime. They were soon put on a more nocturnal cycle so Hannibal and Recluse could interact with the family safely. Their father, who was primarily albino like Recluse, was use to the prickly scabs and sun damage. But, their parents wanted to spare their daughter the same agony.

Dreadful memories of her own thorny prison came to mind as she thought her sister having to hide in the cave. Thus, as her sister asked how Ban had been the babe hesitated only a moment. "Horrible as always. Thanks to our lovely parents." Banshee couldn't think of many positives when it came to their parental figures. She assumed Recluse would feel mostly the same. "How have you been? Do you plan on coming to Ashen?"