Look Ma New Scars

Caelia couldn't even remember the last time she'd seen Geoffrey. He'd been gone long before she really reached adulthood - her most vivid memories of him had begun to fade with time, though she was certain she'd been a child in them. Hearing his call was surprising, though mostly concerning despite the lack of alarm evident in his voice, which was quite a bit deeper than she remembered it. This wasn't the Geoffrey she remembered, playing with bugs and mud, and she wasn't quite sure how to feel about his return. Even Artur had grown distant, and he'd been here the entire time, despite his occasional adventures away from home. Geoffrey was little more than a stranger to her now, though that didn't mean she wasn't glad to hear of his return.

She was slower to respond to his call than both Viviane and Artur, apparently. As she drew closer she saw the form of Vivian barrelling off the wall, as well as Artur watching on, not looking terribly happy at her dive. Slowly she drew closer to the three of them, not moving half as quickly as Viviane was, seeming to match Artur's slower stride. He looked different, not in just that he was older, but that he was fairly heavily scarred. Caelia didn't react much at first, approaching slowly and watching between slightly narrowed eyes. "Brother," she greeted him simply. Caelia had never been quick to show emotion anyway, and she was even more cautious in putting them on display when she herself didn't know exactly what she was feeling yet. Though confused, she was grateful he had returned. Part of her hurt that he had left without telling her way - had any of the others known of his leaving? - but at the same time she felt protective over him, feeling angry that someone had mauled him badly enough to leave scars. But mostly she just plain didn't know how to feel, or whether she should be mirroring Viviane's excitement.