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[rhosmari]

AND IT'S HALF PAST THREE
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS

BUT A DEVIL'S GRIN

AND ONLY ONE CAN WIN

elsweyr — tanglewood — three years

The fact that everything was okay allowed her to relax just a little bit more. Her home was still safe, her tribe still safe. Mother and father living and doing what they could to continue on. Her other sibling learning and continuing to grow. Cipactli be praised that nothing bad had descended upon them. The smile that formed on her muzzle then was genuine and true as she watched her brother. She wondered what their other sibling was doing right now though, her eyes slowly moving away from Khajhad and to the swamp and tangled growth before she dipped her head. Thoughts clouded and unsure. "She is happy that everything is okay. And she missed him as well. She wished things were a bit different but...she is needed here." Though she did wonder what he did expect to find out here if it was not her. What prompt him to leave home? Though she did not wish to pry that much, holding back her concern.

His statement brought her gazs back to him and she gave a light nod of her head. "She is. Tanglewood is different. Does not move around like the tribe does. They live here, have strange ranks. The fish are strange. Just everything is strange." The smokey colored cheetah said the word over and over as if it would say what she felt. Strange was the only why she was able to describe it and if he stayed then maybe he would understand. Her eyes lit up and realized she had not even asked him this. Tentatively she took a small step forward, eyes wide and open to her brother. "Is he staying with her?"