Question 1: Where did they build Hadrian’s Wall?

I think perhaps I am beginning to understand why it is so many dislike my sister, or at least, look upon her with scorn. She seems rather….er…..spacey for what of a better word, or at least seems to exist upon a plain she alone seem to be walking and yet, as I had suspected before it may well be her delight for the mushrooms that growth within the dark places of the pack. They are useful for so very many things and yet direct consumption is truly not a desirable pastime. The result being, well…Phaedra. I have little knowledge of who this True Angel might actually be, maybe she or he isn’t even really real. I suppose it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that my sister of dark and gold is just that, my sister, a potentially untapped vessel of usefulness that my siblings have overlooked upon their quests to the crown. A King has to have followers, that I am sure of and why not start with my sister? What not be her champion? What does it matter if I have to feed her delusion a little and go along with all her True Angel stuff? For all I know maybe she just thinks its Grandfather Heyel- most of Moladion seems to think he is immortal or magical or something and maybe he is. I need to win him over to, need to learn from him and see how he did it. I have to look better then Achilles, prove I am a more deserving heir and oh I will. In time.

“I have experienced the magic of this earth in…other ways Phaedra.”

That I hope, will at least be enough to tide her over. I’m sure I could eat one mushroom and be alright, but any more than that and I truly fear I might become like my siblings, so far gone that I am not even sure Mother and Father still try to help her, perhaps just having accepted that have a…differently advantaged child. Either way I truly hope she does not desire I try any of her magical mushrooms, at least not today, or at least not until I can find an antidote to it to give myself, mabe even to give her although I think she may well be to far gone now. Oh well. She is my sister all the same and family….family is everything and nothing all at once. I need her, I know she can be useful, I know it, I just need to win her over, need to have her respect and maybe if this Angel she keeps talking about is really real I can win them over too. That would be a fabulous selling point, the only pack with a true angel. I grinned slightly, enjoying my delusion though one day I would be sure to look back and realise I was being nearly as thick headed as Pheadra herself in that moment.

I reached for her and truly for a moment I though she would not reach back, the girl seeming to just…stare before instinct returned to her, my pressing my ashen coloured muzzle to her seeming to illicit a response at last as she returned the gesture. A touch of worry however, continued to linger within my gaze. If she walked around like this….all the time, was she not in danger? Could she not injure herself somehow? I frowned slightly, handsome head tilted to the side for a moment or so, resolved to consider the idea further before she spoke once more of this True Angel she seemed to delight in. For a moment I let the violet and orange of my gaze flicker, searching for any sign of this female I was supposed to see, half believing perhaps that she actually did exist in this moment before the realisation that I was looking for a non-existent entity seemed to trigger within my mind, gaze settling back upon Pheadra now, head tilting slightly as she posed her questions. I need her on my team, on my side and if I had to pretend a little to do that, then so be it.

“I worry Sweet Sister, how will I know of my worth? How will I know if I am truly ready for such a thing? You Sister, have clearly been chosen from amongst us, perhaps you could teach me? Perhaps you could prepare me for this true bliss? What should I do?”

I attempted to offer both excitement and allure within my voice with just the right amount of wary hesitancy while maybe stroking her ego just a little. After all, she surely thought she was a bit special. I think we are all born thinking that and there’s no harm in it- not really. I just need to make her my own, to have her believe that I too am willing to walk beside her where her other siblings are not. I need to be her favourite brother. I am the only grey one amongst us after all- surely that makes me a bit special?