She had been contemplative today. The densite, ever since her desire to wander and learn took hold, was not her typical haunt; and yet she lay outside, warming her fur in the sun, stretching her white toes through the sand. Her mother had gone off somewhere else, as she had done more often lately- perhaps the den, too, reminded her of the days when things had been worse. Adonai wondered, and the thought did surprise her somewhat when it crossed her mind, if Ehiyeh had loved her and Pagan immediately. Mothers, she knew, were supposed to have some sort of innate protective drive over their children, but to love them was different. She did feel love from her mother, but it was almost always in passing, in a certain word or phrase, or a look or a command. The girl could not remember the words 'I love you,' being uttered, but it was something that invoked only curiosity, not longing or sadness.

But perhaps her brother did not feel the same. In her indifference, had all the caring been passed to him? He was sensitive, quiet but intelligent, thoughtful. His words held meaning when he spoke. He was different, though, perhaps more like the unknown father that had come before. Perhaps the identity of the male could be hidden from them, but the idea of his existence could not be. It made her vaguely uncomfortable, as her father figures had become many, though none did quite fit. Pagan, his undersides a shimmering golden color, certainly more resembled the father that they would never know. It was as clear as his name, which in time she had come to understand the meaning of. He was not named out of hatred, but perhaps... something else.

Adonai sighed, laying her head atop her paws, wide eyes closing against the sun, the serene sound of the waves lulling her into some sort of complacent state. It was certainly not like her to lounge around, but the warm spring sunlight was inviting, and her thoughts were occupying enough of her time to warrant a day where perhaps not much was to be done. The sound of pawsteps on the sand, however, caught her attention, and she picked up her head once more to observe who had intruded on her introspective solitude. She relaxed when she saw the face of her brother, and proceeded to stretch out further upon the sand, staring up at him with a toothy grin.

"Turbati estis, frater? Aut quod est mare tentabunt, ut sit mecum?" Adonai had become more comfortable in using the language that their mother and her relatives had imparted upon them, and her voice in the common tongue had developed a rather attractive Latin accent, which even further made Ehiyeh skittish about her interacting with anyone outside of Glorall. Perhaps Pagan was not as versed as she had become and so for his comfort, she switched back to the common tongue. "I was just... thinking. It's a curse, you know, to wonder so much about everything. Idle paws make for an even busier mind."