that thieving bastard

Lia’s eyes shot up from her task, and settled directly on the crystals of her companion. Surprise darkened the fiery oranges of her own as she followed the grin across Vanta’s maw, finding sincerity in it. She only knew of one relation to Briar and Art outside of the Hallows, though likely they had more. “...Sirius?” She asked, cautiously. Had fate led her to another of the Warlords children. Briar (and Art) had been the most impactful and surprising introduction to her life.

“I guess that is what I’m doing” she agreed, feeling her posture relax, just a little. If Vanta was a sibling to Art or Briar, if she came from that lineage of heroes… she was no longer simply a stranger. “Yes, they came as a direct result of it. That, and something different happened to my eyes. I can’t fully explain it…” She trailed off, and shook her head. Stepping back from the firepit, she moved closer to Vanta, and settled down across from the other wolf. She found herself looking for similarities in Vanta. If she had to guess, she saw more Briar in her than Artorias


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