Blackfeather Woods They will make you an exhibit

Argent does not respond to Cicero's grimace beyond a fleeting curl at the corner of his lips. More pressing is his question, for it throws him. Home is ... not quite a foreign concept to him these days, but still something new. For a moment he must collect himself, both Étoille and Argent, and he hopes the small frown he bares passes for wistfulness. "I have never had much of one," the titan admits. "My mother was a wanderer and I never knew my father. My littermates and I ended up dispersing without much fanfare." This much was true, if uninteresting; unfortunately, he has never had a very interesting life, and he does not see the need to start making one up now.