Célestin could feel the ache in his chest, like a hole. It was tugging him away, tugging him to follow the prince from his own fairytale, a prince from a faraway kingdom he couldn't even fathom. But he was still swimming in doubts. His sister's death still sat heavy on his shoulders and he felt like the only one of his siblings to even still be suffering under it. Well as far as he could tell anyway, Blaise was gone again. Abandoning his family even in the face of such a monumental tragedy. Cilla... well she was around less and less as well but he didn't fail to notice that when she was around there was an unknown scent on her pelt and he felt jealousy and envy in equal measure pulling at him. He could tell that his sister was happy for he was happy for her for that reason but he couldn't also help feeling bitter at the idea that while he mourned and agonized over chasing his own happiness she was capable of doing so guilt free. He knew he needed to talk to her. His only remaining sister. He needed to confide in her his own plans. So the rainbow boy sought out his ocean sister. Walk, "Talk", Think

Priscilla was doing better. But that didn’t mean she forgot about her sister’s passing… or missed the fact that Blaise had disappeared. Even after his talk with her… it hurt. It left her fighting with herself again, doing her best to steer clear of depression, and so that lead her to seek Osiris out a bit more. She knew she needed to introduce him to Lirim… to decide what she wanted to do officially. She felt like she was healing whenever she was by his side… but there were wounds still left open. Wounds she wanted to see healed not just for herself but her entire family… but how could she help them when she still felt ready to fall apart herself? That day Priscilla found herself by Naeva’s grave. She had spent the morning talking to her sister, or rather her spirit, about how she had met Osiris. How she was trying harder… how she missed her and wanted things to go back to how they were as kids. How she was trying to get Zell to teach her to fight so she would be able to protect those she cared about. About Cottontail, her companion… and so much more. When Priscilla had finished she looked down at the grave with a heavy heart. She let out a sigh, shaking her head. “...and you should be the one here experiencing all this, sis. You should be the one feeling these moments of happiness, even if they end up fleeting… I should have protected you…” She sunk to the earth and nosed the flowers she had gathered on top of the grave. “I’m sorry…” ""

Where Célestin found his sister made the conflict knotting up his chest tighten. He looked on his sister with a soft sadness. He approached softly, carefully. He heard the last words she spoke aloud to their sister and he felt his chest tighten again. He gently huffed so that Priscilla knew he was there and settled beside her, leaning into her smaller form. "It wasn't anyone's fault." he cooed gently, not really sure he believed it himself but unwilling to let his sister fester on that point. He made to lean his head on his sister's shoulders, gently breathing in the familiar calming scent. They hadn't had much proximity to each other in some time and now as he lay beside his sister he couldn't help but feel like he was about to give this all up as well, it was killing him, having to chose. Maybe some part of him should have felt resentment towards Pegasus for forcing him to make this choice but in truth he knew it wasn't anyone's fault. He might have felt differently if it hadn't have been for the sudden passing of his sister. He knew that. He remained quiet for quite some time, allowing himself to draw comfort from his sister. Finally, he rose up to his haunches, fixing Priscilla with a teasing smile, though it wasn't as big as it normally would have been. "So," he began allowing a teasing tone to move into his voice, "You gonna tell me about this friend of yours or am I gonna have to drag it out of you?" Walk, "Talk", Think

Priscilla lifted her gaze as she heard her brother’s huff. She didn’t draw away as he settled beside her and instead pressed into his form. She did, however, let a sigh pass her lips at his words. She wanted to believe that… but she also felt with all her heart that the death could have been prevented. That if someone, anyone had done more… Naeva would be there with them still. But she didn’t blame her family. She remained quiet as well, her gaze leaving her brother, the only one she felt was left in her family save for their uncle. But then she caught his smile. Priscilla glanced at Cel again and twitched an ear, an embarrassed look crossing onto her face. “You heard that too, huh?” ‘cilla lowered her gaze to her paws as she felt heat rushing to her cheeks. “His name is Osiris.” The female lifted her bi-colored eyes back to her brother. “I left Lirim one day and stumbled across him… I was thinking a lot about Naeva and it was too hard to stay here…” But despite her saddened words a small smile touched her lips. “He was a bit awkward at first… but nice. So very nice.” Priscilla’s gaze softened. “He helped me feel a little better about Naeva… helped me forget that pain for a while… We explored different parts of Boreas. Places I’ve never thought of seeing… we even hunted and fished together… he has this warm smile and this personality that is just pleasant to be around...” Priscilla glanced down at her paws again, that smile a bit larger. “I like him a lot, Cel. He’s my first friend outside of, well, you.” But then that smile faded. “But… I’m torn…” She didn’t lift her gaze back to him. “Osiris wants to join me here in Lirim… but… I don’t know… I don’t know if I should stay here.” Priscilla furrowed her brow. “Before it was because I didn’t feel like we were wanted… but seeing other parts of Boreas got me thinking… There is so much of the world to see. So much to experience… I don’t know what my heart really wants.” ‘cilla lifted her gaze to her brother at last, a sad look upon it once more. “I don’t want to leave you and uncle Torin… Heck, I know I’m not ready to be out there as I am now. I’m still surprised Osiris and I managed to take down a deer alone…” Her lack of training was no secret. She had avoided it up until now. “I feel like I’m just starting to find myself for the first time and it’s… weird.” She pressed into him a bit more. “It’s good to see you again.” She added, her words gentle. "And what have you been into, hmm?" ""

Célestin listened as his sister spoke. Flashing her another grin. "I'd have to be pretty unobservant to miss it, especially since I've known your scent our whole lives." He teased lightly. As he listened he did his best to focus on Priscilla, watching the way her face changed. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of empathy as she mentioned their sister but the way her face lit up when she spoke of this Orisis helped to buoy his feelings. Still as she spoke and aired her doubts Célestin couldn't help but feel his guilt crawl back in. Could he leave after his own sister made her feeling this known? He tried to keep his feelings from his face, probably not really succeeding. He wanted to offer his sister advice but he wasn't sure he even really could. Finally she turned the conversation over to him and Célestin paused for a moment. "I can relate." He finally said, the smile no longer as wide as it once was. "Do you remember Pegasus?" He asked his mind already turning to his friend. "I don't know if you ever even met him but he left Lirim a while ago, shortly after... " He looked at the grave site, still feeling like he couldn't say it out loud. "He's... well he's my best friend. I think- I think I want him to be more but I don't know if that's possible." He'd never said it out loud like that, and when he said it the reality of his feelings struck him, like he'd never really considered that before saying it out loud. "Before... everything... we had talked about the future and he'd asked me to join him when he left. I've been thinking about that lately. So much has changed since then but I can't stop thinking about finding him again." He paused, his gaze drifting out towards the border as if Pegasus was there right now. "It's been hard. I don't want to leave you or mom or Torin either but-" he sighed and swing his attention back to Priscilla. "I think I've made up my mind. I can't imagine being anywhere but where he is." He wondered how she'd react. Would she protest? The rainbow boy was still ready to drop everything for his family, his chest tightening. Walk, "Talk", Think

Priscilla smiled a little at her brother’s comment. She hadn’t realized how much she missed him… or how much they had missed things in each other’s lives. She was quiet as he began to explain things on his side. Hearing him talk the young woman had her smile widening as she pressed into him. “You know what I think?” Her bi-colored gaze fixed on him. “It sounds like we’ve both met some pretty amazing people in our lives, Cel. Our best friends… and if we’re going to have any hope of either situation becoming more we’re going to have to work towards those relationships.” Priscilla nosed her brother gently. “It doesn’t mean you’re leaving us for good either… You’re just saying goodbye for a while.” Her gaze softened. “Just remember to come back and check in from time to time.” Priscilla’s gaze shifted back to their sister’s grave. “I want us to be happy.” ‘cilla said softly. “I don’t know what I’m going to do yet. But I know I want to be with Osiris whatever I decide.” She glanced back towards her brother again and grinned. “Next time we see each other though I get to meet Pegasus, agreed?” ""

Célestin felt the weight of doubt he'd been carrying lift as he listened to his sister. He felt his gaze follow Priscilla's as she mentioned coming back to visit and the boy knew he wouldn't be complete unless he was allowed to visit Naeva from time to time and silently hoped his uncle would allow for that. "Nothing can keep me away." He said, a platitude really as Torin could quite literally keep him away but he'd fight for his right to visit his sisters, both of them. Célestin felt his heartache as his sister spoke again, recognizing that feeling of uncertainty that held them both back. It was hard to think that they could be contributing to the strain pulling at their family, Naeva's death had been a catalyst and the boy wanted more than anything to hold on to his siblings and mother for dear life but he also knew he couldn't live for them. He met his sister's gaze and nodded, giving her a wink as he spoke. "Deal and I want to meet this Osiris guy." Walk, "Talk", Think