So when were you planning on telling me?

As of late, Scald had very much not been home. It wasn't anyone's fault but his own. Something about growing into himself and not wanting to be in his father's shadow. Or some other bullshit excuse to hide the fact that he could care less about being the better sibling. He very much was okay with following after Deluge and supporting her decision to start a band. Becoming a wandering vagabond sounded a hell of a lot better than moping around the isle. What good would he be here if Flurry wanted the throne anyway? Be her lacky too? Not that he was made for much more than that anyway, but sticking in one place wasn't really his thing anymore.

He tried not to mull over such things for too long, but when he heard the echo of a familiar voice screaming into the void, his ears instinctually flicked backward. Well shit. Maybe he should get the whole saying good bye to Flurry over with so he could move on without any regrets. Not that he had much... Okay that was a lie, but he wasn't ready to talk about Rexx. That damn brother of his. Fuck him.

Feeling rather disgruntled, Scald took his time making his way to where he had heard Flurry's voice. No doubt she would be right pissed off so he decided to brace for any impact she might throw his way. A broken bottle, rock, shell, whatever was within her reach he would guess. Coming to stand outside of the building where he can smell her and maybe a tinge of... emotion? He can't quite place it, but inhales deeply anyway before pushing his snout through the doorway to peer inside.

"Flurr? Ya good?" Scald takes one hesitant step inside as he lets his eyes adjust to see where his sister was lingering.

RAISE A LIL' HELL