 Celina is furious.
The dark-haired creature stamps her way through the woods in the direction of the call, and it is clear that she is fuming. The sharp-line of her mouth is set into a scowl, accentuated by several dozen sharp teeth that protrude over the lips of her long jaw. In shadows she is stunning, but the occasional fingers of early evening sunlight that slice through the canopy reveal that crocodilian face, those pinned back ears, and the careless way she stamps through the woods, not caring if she is heard.
Had she not made it clear she was uninterested in the affairs of nations?
Did she not keep to the edges of the first meeting in months, and avoid fraternizing with any of them?
And yet here they are, disrupting what might have been a perfectly good evening with a fair-haired youth. She’d not really listened to the voice that had summoned them, just to its message. So when she arrives in a clearing and finds Elio standing there like some sort fire, she immediately draws to a halt and narrows her eyes. Elio had caught her eye first (having probably picked a summoning place that would make him look his best, obviously. Probably learned that from Mom, she thinks scornfully, not caring if it is untrue). Now though, she looks at Izora Lethia, and beside her the buckskin Owin. He has gotten tall in the time since Celina had last seen him; he is a man grown.
The three of them – Owin, Lethy, and herself – are the only ones to have yet answered the summons. There are other residents in the redwoods, she knows; might some of them still come? Regardless if they do, she keeps her distance. Just like the last meeting, she is barely within earshot. As much as she wants to laugh at the idea of her brother ruling, it does present an interesting possibility. No more interesting than the chance that he might walk away having been appropriately cowed by the violet eyed woman, though. Perhaps he’ll run back to mother, crying.
The sharp-eyed hunter would prefer to watch this play out, she decides. She is not yet interested in interfering.
celina
i'm that bad type, make-your-mama-sad type
make-your-girlfriend-mad type, might-seduce-your-dad type
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