Sing to me, Jailbird

A voice would bring her back to reality. She would lift her head, looking around as best she could. She had tucked herself away in a small dip in the plains, staying out of sight and hopefully out of mind. But it seemed one wanted her presence. She would rise, muscles stiff and sore. As soon as she stood, she saw the cobalt boy who had battled the little white slave. She would eye him warily, but approached nonetheless. "My name is Sibelle." She didn't know if he would use it or not, but she figured she might as well give him something to call her aside from 'lady'. He was larger than herself, his coat oddly familiar, though his facial markings clearly defined him as Cataleyas son. Torn ears tipped forward, her crown tipping slightly to the left. "You look oddly familiar." She hadn't meant it as she had seen him before, but as he looked just like someone she knew. He looked like Taurig. She would brush the thought away as soon as it formed. There was no way her brother had produced children with someone like Cat, she was not at all his type. Haunches would recline, as she once again made herself comfortable. Her singular emerald gaze would rest on his decorated face, curious to know why he had sought her out.

"Burn Baby Burn"