Antarctic Symphony

It seemed as though there were no hard feelings between them, though Scylla knew that he'd been upset during her absence. They were supposed to be together. She couldn't remember it ever being spoken, but it was silently agreed upon between them. Now they'd never have to be apart. Though they were here for an arrangement, Scylla was truly here for her brothers.

A big paw moved up to caress her cheek and the blue fae leaned into it reflexively. He'd kissed the top of her head earlier and the young woman could still feel little tingles between her ears. As Albi made promises, Scylla leaned up and placed a soft kiss on one side of her brother's muzzle. She was... unsure. There was more that the striped fae craved, but she wouldn't ask him. Scylla knew that Albi would give her anything that he could. She wanted him to want it too and wouldn't be sure if that was the case unless he initiated. It was a predicament for sure.

Pulling her muzzle away, Scylla curled her tail tightly around herself then leaned into the thicker fur of Albion's chest, her cheek in his plush pelt. The woman released an exaggerated sigh, her eyes closed. "So what have you been up to while I was gone?" Had he fallen into the role that their father had agreed upon? She certainly hadn't. Saracyn was repugnant. Avacyn was much more agreeable. Scylla gave a little wiggle and kept her cheek against her brother's chest.

"Scylla"