You're Going to Feel Some Kind of Way

It didn't take long for Roc to return with Siren in tow. The tiny, fawn and alabaster fae looked a little sleepy and he couldn't blame her. It was hot and bright outside and neither of them were fans of such weather. Though she was more fair, the pale side of Chimera's skin burned quite easily and the light was hell on his pale pink eye. That was why he preferred to work either in his office during the day or in one of the many structures on the island.

Siren spoke, drawing near. No matter how close they were or how many times they'd had sex, she always seemed shy. "Yes," he said in response, finishing up a few figures before closing his ledger and setting it aside. The man brought his two-toned gaze to his small sister's delicate face and continued. "I've sent Scylla away to live in Elysium for a time. She's old enough to take on some responsibility and perhaps being out of her element will make her less of a heathen." It was no secret that Chimera wasn't as fond of Scylla as some of his other children, but he still wanted the best for her. It was his hope that in representing their pack, she would learn to keep one paw tethered to the ground.

"I've considered sending Albion to The Hallows as well. He's too dependent on Scylla and needs to grow on his own." All business and prepared to discuss, Chimera simply stared at the small woman, waiting for some sort of response from her.

"Chimera"