Redtail Rise juhla

*quietly reclaims title of worst sibling*

 

 

"I already have greys," Ceallach deadpanned, in better moods than he could remember in a long time. Ceallach tilted his head as Eirlys spoke, surprised and yet not that his sister had a better idea on their sister than he did. When she called out Ceallach lifted his voice, almost surprised by the deeper timber to his tones. At some point they had grown up, after all, and had lost the ideals of puppyhood that had once clung to them. The change had almost been so subtle and so slow in him he hadn't noticed. He wasn't like his other siblings, painted by layers that had receded until they were beautiful and new - so clearly kissed by Lotte's influence. No where on him did their mother shine through, and regularly, the male was disappointed by that fact.