 Her gaze soon turns in the same direction as he ears, flicking toward Wolfbane at the sound of her name. He is in a good mood today, she thinks, or at least not a bad one. Celina is grateful for that; Dad’s sour moods are best spent as far from the now-purring creature as she can get, after all.
But today is a good one, and she basks in his praise. There had been a challenge in Wolfbane’s voice when he’d spoken to Elio, and Celina’s brief fears are assuaged. Her self-appointed position as her father’s favorite is one she has no intention of losing – especially not to a younger brother who’d abandoned them. She looked down the long silver length of her nose at him, scorn flashing in her seafoam eyes, false pity in the smile that shows between her many teeth. He can’t even recognize Dad?
Celina’s head tilts a bit to the side as she watches Elio. It’s not curious as much as studious, assessing the red-winged stallion as if he is something she struggles to understand. Her brother does not address Celina’s critique of his behavior, and instead speaks to Wolfbane. When Elio does look back her, it is with a strange sort of blankess. Celina doesn’t know it and she frowns, which in the end is a good match for the snarl that his voice becomes when he next speaks.
The aggressive burr of his voice stiffens her neck, as does the recognition of the fire that springs up behind his eyes.
She lowers her head again, her mouth falling open in a way the reveals all of her jagged teeth to their best advantage.
“Have you learned any new tricks since you ran away, Lio?” The green-eyed mare taunts, taking a casual step to the side that puts her just a bit farther from Wolfbane. “I bet you couldn’t stop me if you tried.” With that, and a quick glance to the left to make sure Dad was still listening to her, she says: “Mom and Castile got into a big fight. I think he’s leaving Loess. There’s a new leader in Icicle Isle.” She doesn’t share a name, hopeful that the news of power changing hands will be enough, and she will not have to explain that she hadn’t caught the leader’s name because there’d been a meteor shower and Mom had stopped talking to point one out to Celina, and the tangent they’d ended on had nothing at all to do with politics.
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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@[Wolfbane]
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