symmetry.

The two-tone child of the king moved at his regular pace through Seracia - determined that for once in his life he would not get left behind by his siblings. Instead of being left, he decided to not go with them to begin with, at least then he couldn't be deserted. He lingered near the barn, rounding a corner and finding a girl about his age looking pitiful. Concern riddled his face as he tentatively approached, offering her a sympathetic half-smile. "Are y-you okay?" He tilted his head at an angle and rocked onto his haunches before walking his front paws forward until he was laying down. Cassius intended to know what was bothering this girl, and if there was anything he could do to help. His father was the king, after all, and there was a chance that he might be able to help her if there was something that could be done. Of course, she may just be sad for no reason at all, in which case he would have no clue what to do - as usual.

"speech"