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[Dracarys]

DRACARYS

I have never been nothing. I am the blood of a dragon.

Her silver-blue flecked eyes watch him carefully, though curiously. Dracarys cannot help but wonder more about her newly found sibling. She catches the change in his stance, the movement of his head just a little higher than before. A soft grin begins to grow on her blue splashed lips. Her parents one day told her that she would have other siblings and she would have to look after them. However, she had never thought she would have such an imprinting on them already. Her grin, fully spread across her lips now, embodies proudness for a moment as she overlooks @[Erio]. “It’s a good name,” she says before turning her focus onto listening to him.

A small sharp pain is felt in her chest at the mention of Sylva. The autumn kingdom held fond memories for her. It was where she learned many of the things she knows now. For it to simply be gone, out of her reach, made her angry. Then to be told to go to Loess had made it even worse. Why should she go there out of all the place in the world?

Then Erio mentioned their mother feeling lost. Her ear flickers forward, uncertain. She cannot picture her mother being lost. Their mother was always so sure of herself. She knew the right things to say and do. But maybe she was lost like the both of them.

“Mother will be fine,” she says softly. Her eyes flash with uncertainty for a moment as she looks at her hellhound brother. Dracarys knew uncertainty was not allowed. She was raised to be determined even in times like this. “She will figure it out.” But she hopes her mother will at least come to Loess. Maybe then she will stay there.

Erio then speaks about Pangea. There is a hint in his words, the way he speaks about the barren landscape. She knows little about the land besides what their hellhound father told them. But she knows the feeling in his voice—the way you speak about a home. Hers is Sylva. Well, was now. She is simply a wanderer now, torn between living a nomadic life or Loess. “You sound just like dad,” she comments. “Pangea is the same place dad was born.” It was little information that meant nothing to her, but she thinks her little brother would like to hear it.

Her ears flicker back and then forward as she listens to what Erio says next. She watches as the levels of his emotions change. Dracarys remains silent, studying her hellhound brother. It was so different from the way she had been raised. Erio had been entirely scolded for being someone he was not. She felt shame for even being herself now.

How could her mother even do that?

Dracarys shakes her head and looks away from Erio as his voice trails off. She remains silent for a long time. The growing silence doesn’t bother her. She is too busy, sorting through her own emotions and thoughts that cloud her mind. That doesn’t sound like mother, she thinks as she tries to puzzle it all together of what Erio told her just now. Perhaps her mother could be that way. Maybe, she thinks before ending the silence and turning back to her brother.

“Forget about what mother said,” she says firmly. Her face hardens as she meets her brother’s gaze. “She doesn’t know what she is talking about.” Dracarys wouldn’t have her younger brother feeling like he wasn’t enough. Even if her mother didn’t feel the same way about him as she did for Dracarys, then Dracarys would be sure to make sure Erio felt the same way. “You are the same as me. We both come from the same blood. You are enough for me.”

Dracarys getting all sentimental xD