Blackfeather Woods but is blood really thicker than water?

Her acceptance of the fact that Potema's hatred was not only targeted to the girl but everyone else who tried to love her satisfied him. It was good that she accepted it for hat it was: a situation that could not be helped, not by either of them. "I'll tell you one day, if one day you find you need to know." He promises to her, to tell her the truth of what had really happened to their mother. Right now, it was not something he wanted to fill in the minds of the young, that such vile actions and terrible thoughts existed in someone. Blackfeather was known for the many murders carried out by the twisted minds it harboured, but never would they condone rape. It was beyond explanation, beyond forgiving. It was something he himself could not comprehend the motive behind nevermind explain to his little sister why their uncle had done it and why Potema would likely never be the same. But should she one day beg him for an answer, he couldn't lie to her face.

The subject of Cassiopeia takes on a lighter mood into the conversation, and internally, he is relieved. Cassiopeia. The engima of his. His brow quirks in light suprise at his sister's claim, a relationship he had truly not known the depth of. It was a good thing, that they were getting along. Maegi would need someone, preferably a female, to learn from as she grew. He could think of no better canidate than the other woman who held his heart. "Yes, I've seen her." He avoids the wording of "I've been with her" because, he hasn't. Not in the sense that his hormones demand, where the teenage mind of his both snickers and yearns at the thought. "She's back. Do you want to go find her?" The yearling is open to the idea, for time has slipped away from him and he has not seen her as much as he would like[font], as much as emotionally, he needs.[/font]