Do You Wanna Play?

Crucifix was dying to meet his little family members. Between setting up ranks, scouting out new lands and organising training he had barely had a moment to until now. He would make his way to his sisters den with a spring in his step. Before he was fully there however he would come across the sight of the little silver child sitting on the grass. He would pause to watch her, she seemed to be talking to someone before she found herself laughing. When she sat still he realised there where little black dots against her nose and before he knew it her was laughing to. He moved into view then as he watched the merry figure of his niece. ?Hey little Faun, do you know who I am?? he asked cheerily, he wasn't certain how much she had taken in at the meeting and before then the last time he had seen her her tiny little form had still had its eyes closed, he felt an odd blissful sort of pride at the memory.



The Cross Marked boy moved closer until he was seated across from the young girl. He found his eyes straying to the beautiful little cross adorning her shoulder. She truly was kin of his, and it was strange how that mark always bore true. With that thought came another and he found himself wondering if she was named after the Black family, or Alpines. Surely Twig would have won that, she had pride in her lineage.

"Speech"