 With her wing not yet strong enough to carry in her flight, Celina has been reduced to prowling through the forest of Taiga on hoof these last few months. It is not a mode of travel she dislikes, but the inability to make a quick getaway is an uncomfortable and constant weight at the edges of her consciousness. Still, she has spent the time she might usually practice flying to instead hone other skills, and that at least is a benefit. Though her right wing is still as bare a nursling, the missing flight feathers reveal a shoulder thick with muscle and a topline well tone with frequent intense activity. Her bare white side is marked here and there with scars, as navy as her short, sparse mane. There is no explaining the ‘why’ of them when all other wounds heal with rapid magic, glittering as green as her eyes as it works. Some still sparkled across her wing, skeletal feathers that are illuminated by the yellow-green glow of the fireflies that dance around her. Most are settled in her mane and tail, and they blink slowly, little orbs that shrink and grow.
The strange creature that is her half-brother is viewed with the same sort of distaste as Elio. Her life would be easier with him gone, but there is a chance he might someday be useful, and so she allows him to live. Mostly, she just ignores him. Nashua is the better twin, after all, and this bright-haired wombmate of his had clearly inherited no positive traits at all.
Well, perhaps he inherited a nice amount of height, Celina concedes, stalking toward him and then scowling to find that she must look up to meet his eyes. It sours her mood, and she nearly forgets where she had been heading. At her eye-level is the strangest sort fuzz on his chin, and she narrows her eyes and tilts her toothy head to better inspect it.
“Looks like you finally found out where all the hair on your tail went,” she says, the amusement now flashing in her eyes quite typical of the frequent and rapidfire shift of her emotions. “Too bad it’s growing out the wrong end.” Though she truly laughs, it is at his expense. Celina is not at all fraternal, preferring to think of this particular spawn of her father as just another Taigan. Unimportant, both to her and to the grand scheme of the universe itself.
@[Yanhua]
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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