When the wolf of white, choarcoal, and russet speckling asks her question, her eldest brother is given to allow a half chuckle. It had her exquisite skull tilting ever so subtly in this, her mind wondering what he might find so amusing. Starfall had always been an interesting one, this she had known much before taking her leave, and now was perhaps her time to discover more. It might not be in her soul to remain in a place for too long, but knowledge was something she could never pass up, for to allow any intellect to pass one by was a folly in itself. But she had known him to know her, for as when she had buried the Raven beneath their paws, he had spoken her name. A long time had passed since she had heard her name fall past anothers lips, for in her journies and travels she had known many names. She still knew many names, but Iophiel had been her birth right and any family member she found would put life in the title once again. A gentle twitch to her stark white right ear splattered in crimson gives way to the fact of her pleasure at his acknowledgement, but while Iophiel was not exactly sentimental, she did enjoy the simple joys that family occasionally had to offer. Particularly a wolf so like minded as Starfall, even if she might not know it, not yet, at least.

When her brother apologizes, she is given to wonder if he even knew of her departure at all to begin with. His apology had been for not coming to see her sooner, when in fact he would not have been able to see her at all. She had been but a child when she had gone on her way, only to return as the fully matured adult that stood before him. It seemed he did not know, could not know that he was the first wolf she had come to see since returning at all. She could have gone to Diveen, could have gone to Taviora. But instead, the Raven had brought her to this forest place, this place that held her dearest brother Starfall, and to this she had no complaints, though she did wonder at her brothers mind at times. She knew little about that mind, only vague grumbles her Father had given when she was a young thing, though those memories are mostly unimportant when it came to information about her siblings. Her Father had a predjuice way of thinking, as most angels did, and of course she was not one to blame him. It was his simple heritage, after all, and it was not as if he had the will power to change it. If he could, if he wanted to, he would, and it was really as simple as that. Just as Iophiel was here, because she had made it so and followed the Raven, to face the consequences of her actions as all souls one day would have to.

"Couldnt'a seen me if ya' tried, pater." A brief, amused smile is flashing across her features, though it goes just as quick as it comes. It is not that Iohpiel isn't enjoying her brothers company; on the contrary, she finds herself full of a rather pleasant and fulfilling joy. But it is rather that the wolf is not given often to express herself as a usual, typical soul might. The ways of the physical world were a curious thing, and while she found herself existing mainly within it, she also knew there were other places for her to be. But for not, she was with her brother, she was with Starfall, and there she would remain. A gentle roll of a shrug of her shoulders is given, her words given in simple explanation for him. "Been gone since just before I'as two." Plain and simple, because that was how it felt to be with him, to interact with him. That, as well as easy, for interaction with a sibling was a natural thing, as much as she lacked in the actual act of it. His last question for her has her pausing as she watches him, considering her words and what all she might share with him, wondering at his own thoughts and where they themselves might lead to. But she trusts him, his nebula gaze of pink and yellow giving her a sort of comfort not to have been felt in years. It was a wonder, what the bond of one could do for another.

"Thin's been a deus damnat nuisance for months now, never leavin' me alone to my own bussiness. Not here nor there noar any palce I'a find myself, no deus damnat peace for me in one realm or another." Almost, because he is her brother, does Iophiel lose herself in the ranting aspect of her speech. For indeed, the Raven had plagued her for quite some time, and she had drawn the line when he had found her brother. But perhaps it was the Raven had led her to him, and in this perhaps done her a favour, but that remained to be seen. For now, she was content in her watching of her brother, though when he came close she rather expected something a bit.. more. Wolves were keen on their physical closeness with one another, this she knew, though perhaps much like herself her brother was not as most others. Iophiel wondered this silently to herself, before she dared an experiment with the reaching of her muzzle, white gently nudging against dark charcoal. Violet irises with their starburst of gold around the pupil watch him intently, wondering at his reaction and how he might feel. Her words were as much for herself as they were for him, though truly they were for both all the same. "I wonder what goes on inside of there." Where, well, could very well be anywhere, and where it might be might just depend on where he dubbed it, or perhaps his opinion hardly mattered at all. The mostly white wolf waited to see which it would be, with an intense curiosity hardly a soul could match, and a burning bright gaze to go right along side it.