[private] just like the days we'd burn

[Celina]

She is still, eerily so, as she waits for the man to prove that he is their brother. It’s the same way she waits for fish, and there is no more emotion in her sea green eyes than when she’d hunted down the snapper that fill her belly. That changes at Elio’s wistful whisper, and Celina looks over (when had it become over and not down? When had he grown so tall?) at her red brother. The stranger does look like father. Or at least, how Father had looked when Father was Father and not just Wolfbane. When Elio stands with her though, Celina’s sharp-toothed mouth parts in an open smile, and she glances back at the black-haired stallion with renewed certainty in her demand. Maybe-Tiercel tells them of their mother, and when he speaks of inheriting her gift, he glances at Elio. Celina knows he has it too, and realizes belatedly that the frustration she had felt might not have been of her own making. Celina does not share their gift and has not paid enough attention to the intricacies of emotion to be able to distinguish the love that Tiercel emanates from the genuine thing. Had she not been quite certain that mother was far from Taiga, the girl might have even looked around for her. The longing that he adds is one that has grown stale in her own chest, and the reminder of childhood – of stories and fun and the warmth of being tucked between her parents – leaves a warm glow in her chest. It simmers there, and the sharp-toothed Celina nods. Yes, she does believe him now. “Where have you been?” She asks, and at last there is curiosity rather than caution in her voice. She moves more easily too: a flick of her tail, a shuffling of her feet as she settles more comfortably on the soft forest floor. “Were you with Eyas? Or Marni?” Celina is the only Lepane girl in the woods, and she has felt that more frequently of late as she grows ever nearer maturity. She has sister, she knows, but they are elsewhere, but perhaps that is where Tiercel has been too. celina i'm that bad type, make-your-mama-sad type make-your-girlfriend-mad type, might-seduce-your-dad type

@[elio]
@[Tiercel]