Lamia smiled. Of all the wolves to approach, another that was family by blood seemed to be how the world was laying things out for her. Menkhet had been more cautious than Kaliban, that she was certain of. Honestly, the chocolaty hued girl imagined if they had been given the opportunity, they all might have had a far more solid relationship.
"No, I do expect that you would," she said. Lamia closed her kaleidoscopic eyes for a moment. O' Lost One she called me. Perhaps it is a fitting title, for now. Yet, she does not feel so lost. Not now, not here. She did wonder what she might build with the family she had been denied her. Matianak was by far a different wolf from Sekhmet. There was no doubt about that. Yet there were some odd similarities. As her dark eyes reopened, she could see it. Or perhaps it was the nature of being first born and the one most trusted with a mother's secrets.
Lamia did not quite see in Menkhet what she saw in Rangda. Whatever it was, she would eventually learn it. For now, she could at least be truthful. She did not recall a time she had ever lied. Her own mother was a master of weaving the truth to her own ends. Lies of omission, that was the phrase her mother had used. Not a lie, just left things out of the statement. "Not so lost anymore. The sea still clings to me, but I am not of the salt as my mother or those who keep Glorall as their home," she replied. It was a simple enough answer. Perhaps her half-sister did not notice the smell, but Lamia could still smell the sea on her own coat. It may well have been that even if it had faded since her leaving Glorall, it was a scent that would take time to leave her nostrils fully.
"I believe the right words are, I am finally finding myself rather than being perpetually forced into shadow and not be myself," she said. It was elaborate as things Lamia might say, but she did hope Menkhet might understand that she was not whatever preconceived thoughts about her might be.
The silent serpent of Glorall...
