The young white girl does not deign the other quite significant enough to regard with a look, just as her elder half-sibling does not look down at her. It is not the wolf who utters the question that riles her to response, rather, it is the actual words within the inquiry that have her piqued enough to open her maw and give her hushed retort. "I know." Tiny, mouse-like tones drip from snowy lips, two simple words that were spoken in the common tongue. There is only the droll sound of one truly uninterested in the present, as if she is only half listening to the words of Ayal. Jade, flecked through with the black of her father, never moves from the line of the horizon over the stormy sea.

That tiny, girlish face remains fixed ahead of her, not even the heart beating within her chest making her move. Not a muscle twitches as she sits, her version of relaxed, but a second questing litany of words comes from the irritating elder sibling she had ignorantly decided to follow. Why did everyone have to talk so bloody much? She hated that the woman had pointed out something she did not really have a grasp of. "I know that you are related through Mother. I have not truly cared to look further, if you want me to be honest." That should make her stop asking silly questions and get more to the point. Esdeath finally breaks the staring contest with the line of the sea, her jade eyes finding her sister, and staring unblinkingly at her. Her eyes are intense and perturbing, and she is sure the other will feel her heated gaze burning into the side of her skull.

Her brothers were not the only threat, and Esdeath knew that every day she would have to learn and be sharp. She would not be openly violent as Keturah was, nor would she ever be as soft and weak as her deformed brothers. She aspired to be so much more than that, perhaps that could start today?