bad blood

Kaskara had in fact spoken with Kieran since he'd sought Scimitar's permission, but she hadn't seen her brother since the day of Danica's death. She'd been avoiding him, but not his children; she would never punish them for a quarrel between them. They had had their row, their shouting, their anger; now it was time to move past it and try to live together again. She hoped she could do that.

"Thank you," she said softly, standing up to touch her nose to his cheek gently. She settled back down, tail wrapped around her paws, as she tried to think of a way to phrase her next words. "I believe he will make me happy. He's older, true, and sometimes hard to understand, but he loves me. And he's a good man." Scimitar knew all of this first hand, having known Kieran for as long as she did, and yet she still felt the need to share it. The silence stretched a moment longer between them until finally she cleared her throat and asked, "How are you?"