The smell of familiarity draws my head from beneath my forepaws. Sunlight filters through the rocks and trees of the overhang I lay beneath, causing beautiful eyes to squint so harshly against the day. My nap had been short-lived and yet I was not disgruntled by such, because the odor that wafts in upon the mountain winds brings with it the hint of family. It would not surprise me, seeing as my relatives are more like a vast ocean of red and white upon Moladion, yet I am still intrigued as to why this one has come to Spirane today.

I yawn, large and long, and stretch my neck out before coming to stand upon all four paws. A mid-spring gust flies up a steep rock face as I come to stand near the edge and ruffles my coat wildly. I inhale deeply and with the bright, golden figure of our guest standing out from below, I turn to make my descent.

It has only been since my parents had lost Diveen that I have resided within Spirane, yet I had travelled to very few places otherwise, and have had time to memorize all of the territory thus far. I weave my way down the mountain, roughened paw pads taking the rocks without fuss, and am soon starting at a graceful lope toward my unknowing brother. I had been absent from Moladion for so long prior to all of the recent events – and while I know that Achilles is a close relative I am uncertain as to how. My mind and memories are only filled with what negativity I have faced in my own time away from here; not leaving much else for me to recall upon.

I do not hurry toward the familial stranger, yet my gait is smooth and quick, and my tail raises in a friendly manner toward him. As I draw closer to him along the border of the foothills I can instantly tell that he is of Diveen, perhaps one of the many whom had sought shelter here before returning, but I do not remember him from the mass exodus. I stop myself a couple of feet before him, lovely head tilted only slightly as my tail rises to wag tentatively above my back. My nose wiggles as I lean ever closer to sniff at him and only then do I speak. ”Tu es fratrem tuum?""You are my brother?" It is asked only as a formality, simply because there was no betraying the thick aroma of one from the same blood as myself. I can tell that is from Kane and Isola, he is older as well, so likely one of my eldest siblings. ””Ego Seraphina… err… Sera,""I am Seraphina... err... Sera," I introduce myself, unsure if he would even remember who I am, my Latin tongue forming words like miracles in a voice similar to that of our grandmother, Zeivah. It is the harsh reality of my defect, to be so perfectly trained to speak and read Latin, yet not the typical language due to my own mother’s difficulty.

Perhaps he will be able to understand me in our natural language, or so I hope.