They invite her in, greeting her as cordially as they had ever had a reason to. Their demeanor was hardly as princely as their fathers but, then again, their fathers hadn’t been very princely when they were young either. Except maybe for Neirin, Constantine’s father. “You sure it's safe to that island right there?”
“Well, if there is anything to worry about, Vlad will eat it.” Alexander is joking, but not terribly much by the way Vladimir seems even of expression. He might really do what Alex said. They are not far at all from her in the first place, but the proximity let Vladimir recognize her just fine. He had been virtually non-existent for his mother’s other children, but the fact that she recognizes him is likely much the same way as him recognizing her. “"I am Liah. Is it Vladimir? Nice to meet you.” She says back, Vlad’s head nodded idly while he stands hock deep in water.
The sunrise colored eyes of the leucistic brother do not leave her for a single moment. It seems, for better or worse, there was a definite fondness for her in the mind of Herschel. “You’ll have to pardon him. He is a bit shy, so hearing him say so much is a little odd for us.” The blonde brother laughs, smiling broadly at the smallest of their number. “Okay, so I am Liah, you are Vladimir... Who are the rest?”
“Herschel,” the smallest says eagerly, “and I am Constantine.” The golden brother is barely able to restrain his amusement, glad for his friend that he would be so open as to create conversation with someone not of their number. “And I am Alexander. We all have much shorter names, though. Alex, Vlad, Connie, and Chel… feel free to use them, Liah.” Alexander was not oblivious to the littlests interest in his beta’s half-sister, but it seemed easier for him to ignore it when Vladimir had ceased staring meaningfully at the tan and cream colored brother.
“If you want to swim to the island, we can go with you. Alex is correct in thinking I would eat anything that would try and hurt one of us.” Perhaps that was a little more brotherly, at least than naming Liah merely the daughter of his mother and his mother’s imprint. Reich was a good enough soul, but Vladimir knew his father to be her first love and with no imprint to give him a leg up too. “And Vlad never lies.” Herschel said by way of encouragement.
THREE YEAR OLD FAR WALKERS OF TAVIORA
the second generation; the grandsons of the first packs
of scotavia | of solevion | of trenus | of ferrine
the freeman king | the executioner | the changeling | the astromancer
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