Right then and there, Octavia made the decision that she was going to be a better sister. A much better sister, a sister that was around and that would care for her own sister. That was what they were for, right? They would go on adventures together, and they would bond, and they would do all the things that sisters were meant to be doing. That was only right, right? Sisters were sisters, even if they had been apart for so long. Octavia felt bad, and she was going to make up for that. No matter what, they were going to be the kind of sisters that were best friends—right? Unless that position had already been filled, and then she wasn’t really sure what she was going to do and that was just… well, they’d cross that bridge when they got there.

Octavia’s tail wagged softly, and she was watching Cersei with her big eyes. Big eyes, doe eyes, like something that was much cuter than the brash little creature was. Hardly more than a pup, even though she was technically an adult now. Fuck that, being an actual adult was overrated. Octavia was going to be something cooler than an adult, she was going to be… whatever. She would think on that one later.

Her eyes are nearly sparkling with excitement, tail absolutely thrashing. “You just say the word, we can go on an adventure, and we can like… it’ll be totally freakin’ awesome.” There’s something electric about her, something brilliant and shining in the space between them where they stand. There was something in her soul that just needed to go. Go somewhere, anywhere, sometimes alone and sometimes with the company of someone… anyone. That’s how she’d met the rogues and the gypsies, the packs of a world that was beyond this one. They were so different, so interesting, so incredibly amazing.

The girl was a sort of leader on her own. There was a part of her that wanted to follow in no footsteps but the ones created by her own mind, forging her own path and her own connections. That was Octavia’s endgame for real, and she was going to make that one come alive. She was already so alive with the very concept—“You’ve got to show me… we can follow it all the way down, and see just how far… and see where it comes out, if it starts there has to be another side.” She’s confident, there’s absolutely no arguing that. Octavia would be nothing without the confidence that flowed so freely through her veins.