Hoshor Plains arabella

His relationship with his brother is... odd, to say the least. Vaati never just quite knows where they stand; the lines between enemies, brothers and something more are blurred in the most quelling way. It does not suprise him when his brother's voice calls behind him, he is unaccustomed to his presence but comfortable enough to accept it. Confliction is rarely something that dwells in the back of his mind, but in the company of Ganondorf, it claws at his brain with little sign of stopping. Halting in his tracks, he casts a look behind his shoulder, nodding once in recognision before continuing his path. Vaati is taught in the languge of his mother, but does not feel the need to respond in the same fashion. Perhaps it is to cover up the fact that he is not good at it, his tounge, failing to wrap around the intricate words in the graceful manner his brother does. It bothers him, another aspect of his brother that makes him scratch at the back of his neck in frustration. Combined with the feeling his brother's presence alone brings him — the one he can't quite place — and the lack of respect he shows for their Gods is disgraceful. With the thought of it on his mind, he wills his brother away with a sharp snarl on his lips, signalling he has no intention of walking the path he is on, in a duo.