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"Oh, stop being so formal Slate"

Happened to be the first words out of Quail's maw as she bounded up behind her older half-brother. The words were surprisingly light and easy. A world away from the a dropping tail and a smile that never seemed to quite reach her eyes. Any dog would see it in the yearling pup, that something was off about her and her gaze seemed unseeing and empty. Of course any dog would also know why the usually free and airy fae was in such a gloomy state. It was Onyx. He had been the price for a allegiance between the Spartan pack of the Domus Aurea and the Pantheon. She was not the only dog that was feeling the blues at the absence of her golden colored brother, her mother Seershia it seemed was taking this the hardest. Every time his name was mentioned Seershia always seemed to vanish suddenly then come back her laws laden with kill as if she had taken out all her pain on the innocent rabbits around the temple. Quail also saw her father looking slightly uneasy, when he wasn't having one of his memory lapses. They were getting worse and worse and this didn't help to improve either her mother's spirits or the rest of the pack's for that matter.

Quail had of course though put on her brave face and followed after her half-sibling and Erede as he marked the borders. It was nice being around Slate he wasn't a jerk like Reaver and he wasn't as pompous or arrogant as she thought he might be with the title of heir hanging over his head. He was just calm and fair, and in every way the perfect older brother for such a dotty younger sister as Quail. It had been a peaceful patrol and it was not as if Slate had expected any different but she had been jumping clean out of her fur at the rustle of leaves as they fell to the city's cobblestone roads.

In all honesty the young terrier mutt had hardly been out side the great domed temple before and one of the reasons in her tagging along with her older brother was to see more of Roma than she did from just watching atop the stone steps of the Pantheon with wide and slightly protrudent eyes that gave her a rather dreamy look. As if she was always lost in a daydream or piticualrly interesting thought. When they were patrolling the borders, Slate and her, he had told her some interesting and rather saddening news. Onyx had not been to only exchange in the alliance with the Spartans. A young female of the Principale's own blood was to be given to them, she would be hardly weaned and all alone in a strange new world. While this had at first exited the femme at the prospect of a new sister she had never gotten it had also made her experience an emotion she had never stubbled across before. Resentment. She wondered why the Spartan's would just abandon their daughter, and request her brother instead. It was almost like they didn't deem little Aerith worthy enough to stay with them.

"I'm Quail by the way and I'll be your new sister of you'd like"

She said in a somewhat airy and absent voice as she stepped out further into view from behind her older half-brother and walking closer to the creamy pup. She had gotten straight what she had been wondering as Slate spoke to her about the exchange. Would Aerith like her enough to be sisters? It seemed that the young girl had been looking up at those human markings above the great columns that marked the entrance to her home before she and Slate had arrived They were odd and intricate and it was only to easy for Quail to understand why Aerith would lose herself in looking at them. She would do it herself later in the day when she found that there was nothing for her to do.
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