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Georgia had grown rather accustomed to seeing animals and clan members with odd variations. It seemed to be that Roxanne's family had the strongest genetics, with very nearly all of their roots adorning horns and wings. Georgia hardly saw the appeal of the horns, and the wings just seemed a bit bulky and bothersome most of the time. If she had them, of course. She always had the pleasure of being launched into the air by her own wind abilities - though she'd never tested how far and how high she could go. A couple yards at most was all that she had attempted.

Based on the genetics of the Roux family, Gia had begun to assume that if she met someone unfamiliar within the clan who had wings, they were likely a Roux. It was a bit of an unconscious thought, and nevertheless, if she was corrected, she would probably be surprised.

But on she trudged, feeling particularly tired; her mind was in no specific place other than heavy, sleepy and because of it, Gia kept losing track of what she was doing. Hours could pass in this state and all she would do to pass the time would be to struggle to stay awake, and it would occupy nearly the entire afternoon. She knew that a short time later, she would look back on the time and not have a clue what she was doing.

However, at some point, an unfamiliar voice drew her attention, startling her just a bit. A quick spit of wind rustled the sand as she jolted, somewhat shaken from her stupor. Not far from her was a lion, though she found his mane moving oddly in a breeze that she hadn't created; forcing herself to blink and slap her own conscience awake, Georgia realized that they were leaves attached to his back. How interesting.

"Hey." Georgia offered, approaching them. He looked to be about her age, though possibly older - lions were larger than domestic felines, so she had no good reference. "I'm Georgia, and I don't think we've met before...so guess the name change will be easy." She shrugged, trying to steal another glance at his mane while being discreet so she could confirm her suspicions. "Why did you change your name, though?" The sandy feline asked, her mouth running on its own accord so she had a reason to study his odd elemental appearance. She noted his wings, and absently wondered if he was a Roux as well.

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Georgia, utterly oblivious to his disappointment in his family not being the first to greet him, swung her tail idly as she openly studied his wings and mane. Her eyes flickered in the direction of his face when he resettled the leaves against his neck, and she finally noticed the dubious expression he had. "Sorry," She apologized, though she didn't sound terribly apologetic. "For staring. Never seen a lion with leaves for a mane. It's a cool look. Kinda aesthetic."

At his response to her question, she shrugged. "Names don't always fit. That's fair." She honestly had no clue why her father named her Georgia instead of a classical Greek name, since that would have made the most sense. A fleeting thought crossed her mind - maybe he was trying to distance her from her heritage. The consideration saddened her, but it passed just as quickly. "I've been here for like...a week and a half, I think. Not really counting." The somali sighed. Should she be keeping track?

When Trygve approached, Georgia automatically shuffled out of the way. Next to a lion and a jaguar, she was kind of afraid of getting trampled. Then came Natyli, whom Georgia had never seen before in her life. "What, are you all related?" She asked, features scrunching as her gaze flicked between the three.

A mere case of the wrong place at the right time, her placement as a bystander one that drew with it certain dangers. Exchanged in prior moments a promise readily broken, frail she against either though children had they been, the eddies of rage erupting within a show of brutal force. As best she were capable forgotten the instance, the driving factor that left hasty words to puncture unwelcome departure, in turn they three each gone, alone walking a path necessary if daunting. Yet her body may not allow such, time kind in tending the burnt flesh, yet deeper had it run.

Brief the halt she staged, from the resting place against her back span of wings opening, accompanying the roll of shoulder. Of the returned had she known little yet together had they weathered flames dancing against their skin, charred reminder of previous indiscretion. It was as such, when upon the salt laden breeze his voice found harbour in ears drawn forth straining to catch anything else, her trajectory was shifted in accordance.

Different the beast that shed his prior name, not within favour for the next as brother had done, but something new and solely his own, family still even for this. Hesitance marked the approach Eulia conducted, behind lingering as Trygve and Natyli took to him as though moths to a flame, her own halt drawing her level with Georgia. "Our cousin." All she would say upon the matter for now, to Elduin himself would she leave the decision to voice his lineage, that which connected them as much as the one that slumbered beneath the waves did.