Are you ready for a perfect storm

Her father - he was a King. He never knew his father, had only ever known his mother's love and that was far too brief a thing. Yet if his father had ever harmed Silana, he imagined that he would be rather upset as well. Pride was an odd thing, he gathered, turning family against family. "Ees your brother alright?" There was some concern missing from his voice as her brother was not someone that he knew. Any emotion that was present, was for Sibelle alone - and yet he was left confused. To blind someone, to take so much from someone you were supposedly supposed to protect. What could he possibly have done? He found himself disliking this Glaciem King, if not for simply empathizing with Sibelle out of pure instinct. It was not something that he had found himself doing before - emotion was lost on him, especially the emotions of others... and yet he would get the most basic of gist from this russet woman.



He would watch her face as she pondered his question, but his eyes would widen as soon as she grinned at him. Such an expression was not one he was expecting - Silana was a beautiful being, strung together with subtly and silent adoration. But Sibelle's emotions were far more condensed, and he found himself smiling as her tail gave a good thump behind her. "Bonjour, ees hello." He would explain to her, saying the word somewhat slowly so that she could catch on easier. It was an easier term, one that he thought would stick. Perhaps it would be a greeting that he could share with miss Sibelle? Silana would be the only other in his life that would understand it, but hearing the word returned was something that he was already looking forward to - that he could easily learn to appreciate. "I 'ope I am not too terrible a teacher." But he would try and teach her anything that she wanted to know.