defective; return to sender

Vanta was nervous. She'd heard of the Warlords' disdain for them and felt that negativity with every glance he gave her. She'd only been allowed out of the den for mere weeks and already had learned hard and fast to avoid the grumpy man who was her brother. His 'invite' out to the adjoining cave system seemed like a trap - and it seemed Kite felt it too, from the way her body remained tensed the whole walk here.

When he ushered them into the cavern Vanta half expected him to throw them in and shut some massive stone boulder to trap them forever. She could see the imaginative scene behind her crystalline eyes, feeling almost surprised when he eventually followed them into the dark. Giving them a task. Turning her head as Kite spat back fire, she let her sister speak for them both and peeped up only when directly addressed. "Uhm." She hummed, casting a quick glance over to the impatient looking man before laying eyes back upon her sister. "We're about the same size, maybe we should each take one tunnel and see who reaches the end first. I think he wants us to find a dead-end." If her sister agreed, she'd waste no time in picking one and heading down it into the comfortable dark. After all, they didn't have long before whatever beast lived here arrived. Or so Azure said.

"Speech"