She hadn't been able to show Vesper the birds the last time she had the chance to - it had been too cold still and they had refused to come down from their perches, if they were even there at all. Nonetheless, she still wanted to show her sister something. For what it was worth, Cersei desired so strongly to bond with her younger siblings, particularly with Maradona's recent reclusive tendency. Her sister had always been like that though; she was naturally quiet, more observant than participating. That was just her, just like Cersei was so full of energy and intrigue. What was Vesper like deep down? Was she like Judas - an absolute troublemaker - or so gentle like Praetor was becoming? Cersei wanted to know and what better way then to take her somewhere new? It'd be fun for both of them!

The instructions had been simple: meet me at the southernmost border of the Crags by the overhanging tree. The tree was easy enough to spot, a tangled knot of roots and dirt that had begun to topple over during the earth tremor. In spring, it still grew back its foliage, a vibrant green among the grey and brown of the surrounding rocks. It would surely be made easier to spot with Cersei propped up atop it, a flash of russet in the midst of it all. Once the sun hit its highest point, she expected Vesper would arrive. Hopefully, at least. She hadn't even stopped to think what she would do if her sister did not come. If that were the case... maybe she'd just have to explore alone, though she really didn't want to. Rejection, intentional or not, was never a good thing, and never something she had learnt to deal with exceptionally well. Hell, she still felt a little bitter about Viora's rejection but that was an issue for another day. Today was about her sister.

So, she sat as patiently as possible, her ears flickering back from time to time as she kept a look out for sibling. She had to wonder if Vesper was still practicing being so quiet - would she even know she was there? She didn't want to admit it but... Vesper had been damn good at being quiet even back then.