He has come. I am not going to lie and say that I have not been distant to him as of late. I am pissed, you see. I have been angered and in order to keep myself calm and collected, I had to keep away from the source for a while. I knew he would come to me in time. Heyel could never leave me alone for too long. I know one of his well-kept secrets though. A secret that...wasn't that well-kept I guess, because guess who knows it now. Me. He didn't 'take care' of the ones who knew, and thus the secret of my true linage was capable of being released. I guess he never figured that I would run into Jaidah, and that Jaidah would end up telling me. It happens sort of accidentally, the old lady stumbling upon me, saying I was Eris her sister. Not like it wasn't hard to tell that Eris was no child of Heyel and Zeivah. But I digress. Heyel is here. Let the fun begin.

I spend time in my den, simply because there is nothing else to do. I can easily play the waiting game with Heyel, and I would say that I have won. He came to me. It is exactly what I needed. For me to come to him, would not be so...ideal. It would show desperation which I do not have. I must in control, you see. I have the upper hand in my little planned conversation. It is all worked out in my mind, and Heyel wasn't just going to go without contact with his precious 'grandchild' for too long. I heard his approach with ease. It is a quiet day, and I am a quiet girl. I enjoy my stillness and I enjoy my silence. To hear it be broken can cause me quite displeasure, yet today, I am amused, for it is Heyel who shatters the silence of my privacy.

I wait at the mouth of my den, my copper eyes gazing out in my typical dead stare. I wait for him to arrive, the slight male musk of Heyel flowing into my den as he calls out my name. I let a single lash of my tail skim the earth. I wait a second, blinking slowly as I see his form sitting outside my den. Gracefully I begin to move, my form greater than that of Heyel's coming out of the den and into the beams of light that shine upon my fur. Yet my halo, is one a lot darker than the one that falls upon Heyel. I move with such muscle control that I can look as if I slide across the earth, out of the den and up to his side, where I give his shoulder a single touch with my muzzle. I linger for a moment, the side of my lips away from Heyel pulling into a half smirk. I lift my dark muzzle up near his ear, my warm breath filling the air around him.

"Heyel"

I say his name. Yes, just his name. I used to prefer calling him Grandfather. It sounded much nicer to the ear, it was a sign of kinship that I will no longer ever address him as. Let it be a sign to him, though he may not read it as such. I sometimes call him Heyel, but it is on the rare side. I pull my muzzle back and fall back into a sit. My head is barely tilted upon my neck, and my stare is as lifeless as ever. Yet I am no Tobias. There is always a fire burning within my copper metallic eyes. I stare straight into his violet eyes. I hold it with no wavering, no faltering. I am still like that of a tree trunk, aside from my fur which twists and turns with the slightest of movements from the wind. I am a stunning sight, despite my dead stare. My visage is glorious, a feminine beauty that all female wolves would aspire to acquire. I make the dead stare look good. I make it look real good. Yet, I allow something to touch my face. It is a sparkle of curiosity. Something one must always be wary of with the likes of me.

"Indica mihi, Heyel, diei Zeivah peperit Eris."(Tell me, Heyel, of the day Zeivah gave birth to Eris.)

My voice is typical, so sweet and so...perfect really. I had the voice of a goddess, a voice so fine and so great, that I swear even birds shut their noisy traps just to hear me breathe. That is all I say to him though, to Heyel. It is a simple question. His answer, will tell me a lot. I wonder if he has the respect to tell me the truth of my origin. I wonder if he is going to dance around the subject in typical Heyel fashion. I wonder if he is going to flat out lie to me. The answer isn't actually that important. It is all just a little game to lead up to more. I know the truth and he will know that I am no longer an ignorant child like Micteca. Yes, I still consider my sister from birth a child. She still acts like one and so she should be treated as one.

I hold my copper tinged stare upon that of Heyel. I watch over his perfectly white visage, searching for any signs. Any. I will dive into the violet depths of his iris, swimming around to find the truth within Heyel. I will know him from what he does next. I will know. He, Heyel, may he lied to me for so long, and I may hate a thing as such, but I will get my way. I was told I was of Angels, I was told my blood was derived from such. It does not mean that I think less of the Angel line. It does not mean that I will not get what I deserve. I will keep my face calm and un-moving, waiting with great patience for his reply. Let us see where this takes us, Heyel.