Chimera Fields All the World is Calm and Peaceful

gently she parts from her brother's side, fixing him a stubborn look. "toldja near a million times, there ain't anything to worry about, weetz-weetz," the witch chides though the affection in her voice belies any attempt at chastising -- far as she's concerned everything her parents told her were old wives' tales, but she doesn't actually dislike her monotone-monochromed guardian. "actually, things seem kinda different 'round here than where we're from," she adds reassuringly - from what she could smell there was plenty of inter-species inter-mingling - "i think you'll like 'em all too."

pink eyes slide sideways to her dark-pelted leader, curious - ty seems pretty bent on her recruitment so she doesn't think it'd be a problem, but none the less her voice floats between them both, the broader question implied: "what'dya say?"