Hushed Willows If I ever get out of here, everything will be different.

Wait, so you're saying you are the most normal of the bunch? Hm, as she spoke Octavia took on a jokingly offended expression, her nose scrunching. One sullen sibling, one the opposite. Sounds like fun. Actually, her face relaxed; in fact the rest of her did too, and she looked up and away, off in to space as she remembered, sounds like family.

Truthfully, if this sister was more of a firebrand than Captain, Octavia would welcome it. She did not require any more layabouts or wolves she could not trust. Emotion wasn't a problem for her; Octavia was an emotional individual, had become one since being pregnany and having her hormones go nuts.

She waited, watching him for a few seconds, and then with a toss of her head commanded in a cheerful tone, Come on, lets get moving. I wanna meet this chicka.