just give me a sign

I can feel you falling away; no longer the lost, no longer the same
and I can see you starting to break; I'll keep you alive if you show me the way

Maybe it should be a bit weird to be traveling with a brother she has never actually met but Shiloh feels the burn of excitement. It is a fast traveling sensation that seems to burrow deeper within her body, her atoms buzzing with the controlled feeling; she would finally have a chance to prove herself. Of course she shouldn't be happy that Spirane has gone through such tumultuous times and yet, secretly, she is glad for it has offered her an unique opportunity. A chance to be privy to details that might enable her to ascend higher in the pack. That might finally let her figure, so like a black hole, a wraith of a shadow, shine. Into the sun is what it felt like. Finally free from the burden she never knew, really, that she had been carrying. Diveen was home. A place of family but also a place that seemed to hold her back. She had snapped those restraints. Gentle, of course, but snapped nonetheless.

Taviora had opened up a different phase in her life. Not only was she integrating quite nicely into the pack ecosystem but she had befriended a prince. Not that Amo liked such terms. Still, she thought about him much - too much - and her insides squirmed with discomfort as her thoughts took her in a decidedly non-friendly sort of direction each time. Was it age that brought on such feelings? She desired for him to look upon her not as a foreign princess or an annoying female, but as beautiful. Graceful. Poised. Perfect. She just wasn't sure what it would take for that to happen.

Still she was adult enough to set aside those fanciful notions to better focus on the trip to the mountains. Her brother looked so much like Isola it was startling. The red on his chest and shrouding his eyes a clear inclination of angel bloodlines - a color that was decidedly absent from her figure. But she didn't mind. It was hard enough knowing she was a child of Kane and Isola without her coat advertising it. She quite liked that her colors indicated a relation with Kiska, a granddam she had yet to officially meet.

Shiloh had always been rather uncomfortable with the touching aspect of her family. Not her mom or father but the rest of them for she didn't know them well. It was to be expected from Solaris that he touch his muzzle to hers and yet she did not expect it; her body froze beneath his touch, reluctant for the contact, but unable to pull away. It was nothing against him but the shadow girl was perhaps not all full of angel grace. "I do, brother Solaris. I'm guessing you must know my name then," she answered with a mischievous smile before falling along beside him and casting a curious glance to the other female who joined them. Everchime, she heard. It made her like the female more knowing they weren't vying for the same position - she did possess a sense of competitiveness no doubt from her bloodlines.

As they approached Spirane her ears swiveled forward and she took on a speculative look, casting her head at an angle to catch Solaris's words while surveying the barren landscape. It seemed almost.. sad? Time did not seem to have been kind to Spirane, at least not to it's inhabitants. "It does not look as if Spirane has flourished well beneath those who sought to take it from the bloodline." The words are soft, riding her breath on an exhale. She had never seen Diveen like this and hoped never to.

Shiloh moves up beside her brother, leaving some inches between them, and seats herself with dignity. Young though she may be there is a poise to her movements that belies her practice. Solaris is leading this endeavor yet she is here to learn and assist if there is any way that she can.