The Other Brother

She had to admire how beheading a man wouldn't make him lose sleep, it was very Mendacium, very Klein. Nothing that would have scared her off, that's for sure. It did seem like that had the same family mentality. Just like Albion cared so much for his brother and sister, Fia cared the same for hers. Avacyn and Saracyn were everything to her. She was just struggling to find her place back home, or at least a safe and happy space. It's why she was drinking, probably more to distance herself from everyone else. She didn't want them to know what was going on inside her head.

She hummed through a soft chuckle as Albion had asked if she wanted a knight. It was a silly thought really, child's play. What little princess girls dreamed of she supposed. Her eyes closed before she spoke through a taunting tone, "You don't think we strong Mendacium women can handle our own?" She knew the answer to that, but it was fun to envision. Her being that helpless girl trapped on that ship, and a handsome man slaying everyone before her eyes and sweeping her away. Everything she had taken care of herself.

As her eyes opened back up, her head tilted slightly as she looked back at Albion's darkened features under the moonlight, much different than he was in the light. She placed a paw at the fold of his chest and foreleg while they laid so close together, the buzz having her think beyond what he and Avacyn could have had currently. Her thoughts more on how he was here beside her instead. It must have meant something, she thought. "What do you suggest?" Or who is what she really meant. Was the hint him, or was just decoy. She wasn't caring about the risks. A soft feline paw moved subtly over the strong muscles of his leg and shoulder, surely batting her lashes as she looked back at him. There was a spark in her that wondered if she could convince Albion to look her way if only for the night. With the drink, with the solitude, just a confirmation that he was interested in being physical with her was enough.

"Fiametta"