downfall of us all

Her moment of weakness would be short-lived, albeit rather necessary, as the scent of another reached her nostrils. Unwilling to let herself be seen openly moping, she would stiffen her posture and uncurl her body, straightening out and attempting to raise her head a bit taller. Soon the scent grew stronger as the boy approached, beginning to pace around her.


It was a strange child, one of the boys being raised by Tahlia -- one of Bane's children. Right. Her eyes scanned him, from his grey pelt to the feathers that seemed permanently woven into the fur of his neck. He certainly looked like his father, and though she had a bad taste in her mouth at the mere thought of the exiled brute, she would not let that taint her vision of this young one. "Nako, is it?" she questioned gently, having heard about the boy from Maverick. She wondered vaguely how it was for him knowing his father was not allowed here, but she figured he was too young to truly comprehend the seriousness of those circumstances. "How are you doing today, young one?"

Another shape moved at the corner of her vision, and the scent was immediately recognized as the yearling, Rohini. Though still small, she looked much healthier than when she had first arrived her. It seemed Epiphron had not stifled her sadness so well -- she was not as much of a blank slate as she had hoped -- as the girl quickly moved to her side and began to groom her gently. It was a strange gesture, but one that was soothing nonetheless. It reminded her simultaneously of something her father would've done, or her children; and the girl was hardly an adult. "Thank you, Rohini," she would murmur softly, pleased by the girl's thoughtfulness and compassion.