[open] So we carry every sadness with us // Any

[Locheed]

She did need the whole story to guess what had happened. Laia with her charity had tried to stay with their ornery father, and not taken a hint, or two, or three. She had tried to tend to him when he only wanted to nurse his bad mood in solitude, and well, one of them had made it clear that the other wasn't meeting expectations.

When she saw her sister's slight form, an fiery red in the volcanic twilight but still unmistakable, slip across the border, Locheed couldn't resist investigating. Not that she tried very hard. Would her twin run to a secret lover, or only into trouble? She needed to know, and it wasn't like the little dragon mare had anything else going on.

It's a long journey they make, and Locheed resists showing herself as long as possible as she conducts her espionage. But no fond lovers or confidants materialize, and when they reach a barren and windswept corner of the meadow, Locheed knows she can't stay hidden for long. She decides to show herself before getting caught. 

"Hello, angel." The dragonling's rough voice floats across the sparse grasses on a barely suppressed laugh. She had always had a weakness for sniffles and silent tears, like a shark to blood, especially those of her sisters. "What's a pretty girl doing in a place like this," she adds in her best false-bass, reaching out to place a nip on her sister's flawless and pale rump, hoping for the satisfaction of just a little blood.

Then the laugh does escape her, but it's low in her throat and only just slips out between her sharp teeth before her lips are closed again - and a keen eye would catch a brief glimpse of concern pass over her features as she looks to meet her twin's gaze. She wasn't really sure if Laia had ever wandered this far from Tephra before, and although she wouldn't quickly admit it, something more than just her competitive spirit and prying curiosity had tempted her to follow.