Her display of insubordination caused him to curl his lip, her words like a bad itch in his ears. "Because I said so!" He demanded, glaring daggers down at the girl who had just taken a very brash step forward into his domain. Zion was letting the power of being higher up than them both go to his head, but he supposed it wasn't entirely unfounded-- after all, it had been him who had climbed the hill. Didn't he deserve it? He growled again, leaning forward, cutting a perhaps very unimposing figure as it looked as if a strong breeze could blow him over. But with the taste of salt on his tongue and the brilliance of the world before him, he had no reason to back down. After all, who was saying that this girl was normal, anyhow?

Zion watched with a sort of muted glee as his sister made for the other girl's tail, clearly aiming to pull her back down where she belonged. Their mother, after all, was the Hand. Certainly that gave them both a leg above anyone else. He refused to let himself move down to their level, and instead watched from a distance, his tail curling above his back. Let his underlings do the job for him! Perhaps it was a game, or perhaps it was not, but the boy was thoroughly enjoying himself.

He was unaware of how his siblings felt about him-- or maybe he just didn't care. Blessed with full range of his faculties, Zion counted himself among the precious few that had a true chance in this world. He knew that his mother was intelligent, and he aimed to make full use of his predilection to being the same. A father was a strange concept, with only brief memories of two male figures, but he was entirely sure that they had contributed in some way as well. A fine specimen like him could have only come from the finest stock, after all. Zion glared at the girl, fully certain that she was not chosen to be great like he was. "Well? You gonna tell us, or not?"