Dancing with the past

Celestia smirked at Xina’s response. “Well from the best of my own litter, I completely understand” she mused her voice playful as she watched Xina shimmy her shoulders. She couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from her maw. But only for a moment before Xina was answering her statement.

Nabbed. So that’s what they were saying back home about her siblings and herself leaving. Interesting. “Is that the story then? That we were nabbed?” She was amused, she gave a small eyeroll at the theatrics of her maternal family. “We weren’t exactly nabbed. We chose to go see our dad. Or rather my three siblings wanted to, and I tagged along. Didn’t feel right to be separated from them, ya know?” She shrugged her shoulders a bit. Once they’d gotten there and her siblings had voiced their desires, her father and his family had force claimed them so they wouldn’t get in trouble with Sephrian and the Syndicate.


“Death has never been a big deal back home. Even though they preach, or well my mama would preach, that us kids were the future of the syndicate, I’m not surprised they seemed not care” her tone flat, and matter of factly.

Xina’s energy was contagious. And Cele felt herself smirking back “dreadfully boring actually. It’s the complete opposite of home. No one busting your balls to train and to never show fear. In fact I spend most of my time having… picnics, as weird as it sounds” she laughed.

“Almost sounds crazy to say that I miss my life at the syndicate”