What comes from between Wraith’s lips is different, but pleasing all the same. Yes indeed, he can see the similarities between herself and her Father, just as she could with the stranger and him. He is intelligent yet, in his own way, and Reian can see that very well. Indeed she does see him, all of him, as perhaps others are prone not to do. The young crème and russet marked girl had always had a way of it- observing and watching where others failed to, noticing the finer points and the truly important things. But alas, the world was as it was.

Allowing her skull to fall down slightly in a nod, she is confirming what Wraith suspects, that she is indeed the offspring of Sen and therefore something that he knows. Or might know, so one would hope. The next words he gives have a certain sense of pride flooding the girls chest- we did include she, and Reian knew it was something special for Wraith to have spoken the words he did, and the way he did. To his own Father, no less. Many discussions had gone between daughter and Father, and even without having met him before she knew Wraith almost as well as her Father did. And he noticed everything. Content with herself, the young girl decided to seat herself just beside Wraith- enough so that the very end tips of their fur touched and mingled, wanting him to know she was there and that yes, they were pack, they were family, and they were together. She would not leave him this day, regardless of what occurred.

Crème and faint gold painted ears move forward at the bland voice of the stranger- directed at her, calling her girl and telling her foolish nonsense. Without a pause, the words are past her lips before she can stop them, smoothe and even and crisp with no taint of any emotion. “Pack is family here, unlike most of the rest of you.” There’s no snide tone, or condescending factor. Just simple, blatant honesty that knows no other path. The stranger stares her down, perhaps an attempt at intimidation, she knows not, but it does not phase her. Like him, her eyes are different from the norm- but instead of the pale, white void, hers is a dark, churning void that can swallow a soul hole. The pale one aims to pierce, while she aims to devour.

And what happens next catches her off guard. The voice that haunts the air is unlike any other- truly otherworldly, and it’s almost enough to make her hackles raise. But instead, she remains impassive, albeit leaning ever so slightly into the fourm of Wraith beside her. Perhaps this was indeed something she was not meant to see, but then Fate had a funny way of picking cards. And after the voice had faded- something happened to the strange male, the tension of muscles beneath flesh and the grimace upon his features gave him away. What it was exactly she did not know, but his next words cleared up a bit of it. Apparently it had to do with and effected Wraith, and with that new knowledge, she cast her dark violet gaze in his direction, watching him, looking for any particular change or for anything at all.

At Paldor’s last request, for his son to return to Iromar to learn things, a sort of hard set determination came over Reian. Glancing back sharply at the other male for just a moment, her words were short and to the point- there was no argument here. “If he must, then I will be at his side.” She would not allow a family member into the depths of Iromar on their own, regardless if he had family there or not. After all, it was obvious they were no demons, had none of the bloodline in them- so what would guarantee Wraith’s safety? The fact that he had her there, that’s what. Falling silent, she was content to return her dark gaze to Wraith, awaiting his reaction and his words- though truly, regardless of such, she was going anyway, and there was not a soul who could stop her.