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Casmir was not surprised to hear that Emaleth had left Donnelaith. it seemed like whatever wanderlust had gripped her during the famine had never left. what she was seeking, he'd never know. but his heart was pained to know that the sisters were separated; he glanced toward the ground. "it seems like ... maybe .. we had different ideas of what dad wanted." Lasher had reared Deirdre and Emaleth on witchcraft that Casmir neither understood or wanted, but maybe he'd done wrong by them with that gesture.
Em spoke of shadows, and Cas was reminded of what Aria had said. even as Dee's star shone, she eclipsed those around her, and the boy sighed heavily. "i'm sorry, sis." he hadn't scented a pack on her fur; he found her bi-hued eyes and smiled. "you know, if you wanted to come home with me, you could. just till the winter is over. don't want you to freeze, kid." had he known of Em's true feelings about Rowan and her kids, he wouldn't have offered, but as it were, Cas and his offer hung twisting in a naive breeze. "then you could strike out in the spring, find a place of your own." he shook his head. "i'm sure Dee understands. she's always been open like that."
"i can teach you to fight. and so can Connie, i bet." he smirked. "you'd be good at it."[/tr][/td][/table]