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11-17-2021, 07:30 PM
She smirked, though his lack of reaction to finding a mysterious sibling made her wonder. Just how busy had her father been, while she was gone? Aaaand then she froze, blinking at his next statement. "New siblings?" she questioned, a mild strain to her tone that she wasn't even aware of was there. She winced a tad as he cleaned out and flung out purple goo, thankfully away from her, though she learned back a bit all the same. She... quite frankly didn't want to touch that. Thank goodness he seemed to understand that it might overall be infectious and, y'know, didn't decide to fling the goo on her as well. He could have, if he wanted to. He continued talking after that, and she blinked rapidly again. "Potatoes?" What? Oh dear. How old was her dad now? 9? She couldn't remember, but oh man would that be old for him to be... successfully siring litters.
"I, uh, didn't quite realize they existed," she said dryly with an ear twitch. "I came back because I got bored being away and felt like giving Dad an update that I was still alive. Unfortunately, I came back to... this... near the beginning. After it had already begun, I arrived when the nights were long and the days short, and it was only a week or so before the days disappeared completely and only leaving the horizon colored. And now, of course, there's not even that." It wasn't quite the welcome home she expected, especially considering she still had yet to actually talk to her father or Ares. For reasons she had begun to realize but quite frankly didn't want to think further on.
She caught sight of the grimace at the answer to her question, and she felt a brief pang of... what? Pity? Sorrow? She felt bad for making him be aware of his own sickness, she guessed. It wouldn't feel good to be sick and then your very own half-sister be totally okay. "Luck, mostly," she responded quietly. "Wolves were already sick when I came, and growing crystals or mushrooms. Despite the allure they had, that kept me away. I've been avoiding hunting sick animals, mostly avoiding sick wolves, and overall isolating myself and not interacting with them. And then it appears sheer luck I haven't gotten whatever the strain is that doesn't cause growth, but causes weird thoughts and crazy actions. Not sure how I've avoided it so far, and not sure how much longer I can do so." It was a truth she didn't really like admitting, especially right now.
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"I, uh, didn't quite realize they existed," she said dryly with an ear twitch. "I came back because I got bored being away and felt like giving Dad an update that I was still alive. Unfortunately, I came back to... this... near the beginning. After it had already begun, I arrived when the nights were long and the days short, and it was only a week or so before the days disappeared completely and only leaving the horizon colored. And now, of course, there's not even that." It wasn't quite the welcome home she expected, especially considering she still had yet to actually talk to her father or Ares. For reasons she had begun to realize but quite frankly didn't want to think further on.
She caught sight of the grimace at the answer to her question, and she felt a brief pang of... what? Pity? Sorrow? She felt bad for making him be aware of his own sickness, she guessed. It wouldn't feel good to be sick and then your very own half-sister be totally okay. "Luck, mostly," she responded quietly. "Wolves were already sick when I came, and growing crystals or mushrooms. Despite the allure they had, that kept me away. I've been avoiding hunting sick animals, mostly avoiding sick wolves, and overall isolating myself and not interacting with them. And then it appears sheer luck I haven't gotten whatever the strain is that doesn't cause growth, but causes weird thoughts and crazy actions. Not sure how I've avoided it so far, and not sure how much longer I can do so." It was a truth she didn't really like admitting, especially right now.