Octavia chuckles under her breath as Sinclair shows up, tail wagging as her… er… brother in law comes closer. Brother in law. How weird was it that her sister was actually with someone now. Fucking weird. That’s what it was, fucking weird. They were so young, but if Cersei was happy more power to her. Octavia briefly thinks a what if for herself—she supposes it would be Tristan, like everyone had expected since they’d been picking fights with each other as kids, but Tav doubts she’d be happy with that. Yeah. No. Not really at all, but that was fine. She was the perfect storm of adventure and wander and something more wild and much more dark. It wasn’t her place to take a husband, but yeah. Good for Cersei.

“Charmed, Sinclair.” Easy words off a charming and yet sharp tongue. Her eyes flicker back to the young man that was apparently her um… wow this relation thing was getting complicated, as was the whole interaction thing. “A battle I’m not likely to win or a battle you aren’t likely to win?” She’s just messing with him now, eyes sparkling with that sort of curious excitement that comes when Tav interacts with a group. It’s something strange, but she doesn’t dislike it. It’s hard to dislike, after all.

They speak of family rather quickly, and Tav’s limited knowledge of the world and its languages leave the conversation lost on her face. She snorts, as if to interrupt this reunion in the hope that there’s something that she can do. Already Sinclair’s brother is… is something else. He’s awfully magnetic, even with his sort of strange wildness. Tav is attracted to the wildness, honestly, and it’s something that’s running through her veins strong and bright as always. Wild. Always wild, and she wants to reach out and touch something as wild as she is.