She easily accepted many things in life, as it was the nature of her mother in her. Phaedra had a mind of exploring and seeing the world as it is. Things happened and everything had a magical touch to it. Thus, it was not too weird that was happening between them now. Warpaint also knew of imprinting, but was not really realizing that this was it happening between them right now. Father was always so attentive to Mother, and she always looked up to them.


She was not uncomfortable with his unwavering gaze, and in fact her own sunset gaze remained upon the boy as he responded to her, with...his whole life story, which she did not mind. She listened attentively, taking in his parents and siblings. Apparently his sister was the girl that she wanted to ensure felt comfortable here. Warpaint nodded at this. He apparently wants to be better than his brother at everything, and she wonders about this. Warpaint never felt the desire to be better than Mara at anything, although Mara seems to think Warpaint is naturally inclined in areas Mara is not, which Warpaint does not understand but simply goes with. Her head tilts at these words he speaks, but he continues on about living in Asteraia and training in Diveen. She knew that she had family in Diveen according to her mother. She is of Angel, and thus she holds interest in this fact that Fen trains there.

”Why is it you wish to be better than your brother? My sister is over there, Mara Sov, and I wish the best for my sister. I do not wish to be better or worse than my sister. I do not understand this,” she asks bluntly, blinking her sunset eyes with her complicated facial features that are already rather thick and boxy for her age.

”My parents are Phaedra and Nogitsune. We live in Taviora, but Nogitsune is from Iromar originally, back when Demons ruled. Phaedra is from Diveen, daughter of Isola and Kane she has told me, of Angels. I do not know much more about my family other than that there are a lot of Angels and they came from Diveen. I wonder if your trainer is an Angel?,” she asks curiously, tilting her head as she looks at him before continuing.

”Why do you want to be this...spy and thief? What are these things? I do not know what I want. I want to protect my sister and make her happy. I do not have a favorite color. There are too many colors to pick a favorite. The possibilities seem almost endless and not all the colors have specific names, if they did, there would be too many names. I have not thought of a favorite food yet. Perhaps you can give me some of your favorite sometime and I can see if it is my favorite?” she asked, unsure of what she has had yet. She is indeed younger than Fen by a year, and her experience is more limited...not to mention Warpaint doesn’t exactly pay the best attention at times.