She didn't understand why he was so darn serious about silly things. Well...honestly, she did. She just didn't exactly want to focus on it. She knew it was important to prove oneself. She had more to prove than any of her brothers. Astraroth is strong and exactly what Andras wants in many ways, and Naberius is the dutiful and attentive wolf. Both were physically capable, large and powerful. Built to last and built for power. Siren...had to work twice as hard simply to match up. She was dedicated in many ways, determined and such a thing shone in her goldenrod eyes. She wanted to be a worthy choice for the throne - and she was going to work for it. Yet she is still a child, plagued by the playful instinct that is so important for mental and physical growth.

Siren watched Naberius intently with her growing feminine form, a sleek look becoming more apparent on her much smaller body. Truly, she was going to grow to be a female lithe and seductive, if only she could realize such a potential. Her brother's look and words tell her all though, his lack of interest in play and determination to guard a border untouched by foreign paw. She falls from her play bow down into the winter ground, rolling over on her back with a small whine escaping her.

"There is no one there!" she yipped, her eyes rolling as her black paws reached for the sky. Her longer fur flowed ever so slightly in the delicate dried up grasses, feeling the touch of her brother's muzzle as he then offered up a little bit of competition. If there is one thing Siren loved, it was a good competition...even if she does lose. A smile tugged on her delicate maw, her form flipped over as she glanced at the pine tree that was to be their target. Her muscles tensed, her skull nodding with the red smudge on her forehead seeming to glimmer.

She takes off then, shorter legs bounding forward in a youthful bliss. The wind was chilled as it danced through her silky demon pelt, tongue flailing out of her mouth as she drew breath in and out. Her paws slapped against the ground carelessly, a lack of grace in these moments perhaps, for her limbs were still awkward in length and size in relation to her frame. She felt a tingle on her back, her head turning to see her brother behind her. He catches up though, Siren slowing her speed as she reaches the tree. Her tail wags joyfully, golden eyes turning to her brother as he approaches, once more falling into a playbow as he speaks.

Her playbow ceases with his question, her muscles lifting up again as she lowered her head slightly. She looks at the ground, pawing at it before she hesitantly spoke.

"I just wanted to explore...and prove I could do it by myself...It is just....I met a girl around my age and...." she said with her voice fading, eyes diverting as she continues to draw on the ground. Her eyes finally lift up again, serious and concerned all the same.

"You..you can't tell anyone, but...she asked me what I was doing so close to Heaven. I think...I think I was close to Heaven, Naberius," she mentioned, her body tensing as she pulls back just a slight bit. Heaven was a...controversial topic, yet at the same time, she had been close...close and she survived. That has to mean something, right?