Just as quick as the first two had shown, another is appearing. But this one- this one I know. He is the boy of night and stars, the one dusted by the heavens- a Dreamwalker, Father calls him. His name is Starfall, and while I have never known him or spoken to him, I know all about him. Being the daughter of the second highest ranked Healer had its perks, and unlike my brother and sister, I paid attention when he spoke of his tasks and duties. It wasn't that I was interested, really- I liked the sound of his voice, and the way he would talk about things. Words were interesting things to me, though I didn't feel the urge to use them half as much as others seemed to. Even the newcomers now before me use them, greeting one another as only family could. So that explained why they were here, but not who they were, exactly. After all- Starfall himself had come from the Diveen pack, his family and heritage unknown to me. Perhaps Father would know this. I'll ask him.

But for now, I am content to watch them in my usual silence. Perhaps they would not like my presence in their reunion of sorts, but I was here first, after all. Not that such petty childish thoughts matter to me. When my darkest violet gaze takes in all that satisfies me about the trio, I once more turn it upward and to the sky. They seem exceptionally bright tonight, and I am loathe to give my attention anywhere else. But then, of course, none other than my very own sister has to show up. I love Mireille and I love my entire family- but sometimes she just won't stop talking. She's loud, and brash, without any sort of filter- and while I admire this about her, there's also a part of me that wishes to show her the silent beauty in the world. But I don't know if that's possible, or if anyone else actually sees that. Maybe I'm just.. different. [Insert Fantastic Mr. Fox handmovements here.

She proves this to me when she comes over, glancing up as I do and asking me what it is. That she doesn't see anything but stars. With a soft smile on my beautiful, tender features, I turn to face her, my almost midnight toned eyes full of amusement and affection for my younger sister, though younger by only a few moments. "That's just it, 'Eille. It's just the stars." I say it with a certain satisfaction in my voice, as if that is all that is needed. And, truly, for me at least, it is. Perhaps not for her, but like I said- different. And then, simply because she is Mireille, she is quickly turning to the trio- and shouting out. My golden and creme painted ears twitch slightly at the sudden sharpness to it, as before the night had been so quiet, even the small group of others hushed in their voices. But my sister cannot help herself, and confidently strides toward them. For but a moment longer I remain in my spot, before reluctantly pushing myself upward and following behind her.

It isn't that I lack faith in my sister, it's more so that I'd rather not see her.. well. Slip up, I suppose. My sister is brash and sometimes impulsive, and I would rather not see any unkind words given from her or to her. My violet gaze with it's gradient of black around the pupil is slightly wide and with a curious light to it, my slender creme and golden skull tilting ever so slightly. The night is still calm around us, the barest hint of a breeze ruffling the almost feather like fur upon my chest. I say feather like because, thanks to dearest Mother, I have paintings of russet upon my feminine but strong and still growing chest. It is the only other colour I have on me beside what I got from my Father, and because each hair is only dipped in the colour it looks.. well, like feathers. At least that's what I think. Others, maybe not so much, but I digress. Mireille is adament in her questions, and I do not think she should talk of the others as if they are not there.. but this is her life to learn, not mine.

And then I notice her. She reminds me of a fragile bunny, one so young and scared in all their wits of what will come next. Dropping my muzzle low to the ground, I gaze quietly up at her, admiring the pale beauty of her pelt and the intense yellow gold of her gaze. She is the same height as me, and now I can tell that the first two are my exact age. The boy of russet, very much like my own Mother, is a bit bigger. And Starfall who is, of course, full grown now towers above us all. But this, I do not mind. In fact I mind none of it at the moment, and I find this a peculiar thing. It is not often I am given to the company of others, and when I do, it is a strange thing entirely. But with these two before me, and Starfall thrown in the midst.. I do not feel out of place. There is a warmth, a certain.. feeling I have when I glance upon the boy of red. But it is not him that I feel it toward or for, but rather.. what he holds. I do not know, but perhaps I will learn.

Regardless, there is reassurance in my gaze as it finds that of the pale female, my often unheard voice slipping forth in the distance between us, soft and tender, and oh so very feminine. "There is nothing to fear.." I speak to her, though I don't specify or go into further detail. It's not my way. And then, it seems, that the young one of entirely russet had not taken kindly to my sisters words. The way he speaks is.. as if he is above her, and this has a slight frown upon my features. I do not wish for ill intent between any one, especially visitors from a sister pack such as Diveen- but who am I to allow such.. negative things? He refers to Mireille as 'loud one' not once, or twice, but three times. He also mentions lucky, and myself- 'the one that hides,' though he says I will be not so lucky. I have a thought then, and slowly my mind begins to brings things together. Before I was going to settle whatever might be brewing between my sister and the red one, but I am distracted.

"Did they tell you that?" After I speak, I give a simple gesture with my dark gaze, glancing up to the sky above in meaning the stars themselves. But would he know that? I have never heard words or voices from them, as all others seem to talk, but I do.. feel them. Does he feel them, or does he hear them? I know Starfall has something to do with the stars himself, but what, I don't know. Perhaps they will tell me, or perhaps they will turn me away. The oldest seems kind, and he is part of my family after all- but the other two. The dark russet one. He seems.. entitled, and I want to know why.