Light emerald eyes had been watching the trio upon the mountain from a distance, though truly her attention was there for the sake of her sister and her sister alone. Initially, she had been on her way to find and to greet her- but first, one male child appeared only to be followed up by a female child. And social outings were not on Camilla's agenda, ever; even if they did consist of Semele. She is vaguely torn in this manner, of going to her sister and being her silent shield as she always will, or keeping her distance because of those two new presences. Her little sister had a way of appealing to others, and in that Camilla could always see the care and affection they had for her. The dark child always saw such things, but understanding them was an entirely different matter. Her tie to Semele was through the bond of blood, and if it was any different than even her sister would fall into the category as all the rest. Her brothers, had they been more present, would not garnish such things from her either. They were males, after all, and their Father was Ifrit. If they could not take care of themselves, that was on them and their own misgivings.

But, while she is patiently watching this interaction between those three, her dark nose twitches as the breeze through the mountain brings her something new. A brother who is seldom there piques her interest if only slightly, as does the other with him. She remembers him from Asteraia, remembers the way he had blundered in only to be faced with the two corpse of the wolves who had died fighting to protect the others. Silently do black paws make their departure from her place, with one last glance to her young sister before she's slipping away further into the mountains. Legs that are only just now lengthening in her growth take her some time to find them, but find them she does. Flat green eyes go from first golden boy to the white of her brother, before going back again and she makes her approach. She is almost entirely silent in this, her paws hardly making a sound against the rock and dirt that make up Spirane. There is no voice offered or given to them, and she does not take the time to fourm what she would say if she could say it. Camilla has never felt the urge to speak, and she does not think that she would much if at all even if she were capable of such things. But her green eyes are the things that speak for her, if anyone looks to care and attempt to listen.

And now, she looks between the boys in a vague question, her slender snout going between them once again before settling on her brother. Her large paws had only brought her slightly closer to them, no more than five feet, really, for there was no reason for her to place herself closer. If anything, she was here to merely be in their presence, and to maybe even know of what they have been doing. It is not often, if ever that the young black daughter of Ifrit has any interest in anything other than Semele. But of a brother more often gone than not, out of the other brother that has been gone for awhile; maybe just maybe the silent shadow has grown a tad curious after all.