Ghost Lion Crag i left my home still as a child

arcturus also was sad to think of vela's departure, but his emotion was brief. he had not known his older sister well, and while she was gone, he wished she would soon return. the mountain was better with all his family upon it -- he did not like how fragmented it had become as of late.

he felt a prickling of pride to learn that his family was well known to others, at least someone like wraen. he was always proud of his family, but to hear from the mouth of a stranger they were thickly settled made his chest puff ever so slightly. as a boy blindly devoted to his blood, he felt vindicated. everyone should know of his sisters (and him), he felt. "there are many of us," he intoned with a stern nod, glancing to wraen as he spoke. "the pale one was korei julia." he kept his tone empty, protective of his family's dirty secret that she was disgraced from the mountain.

if arcturus was a better conversationalist, he might have smoothly transitioned into shifting the conversation's topic to wraen; as it was, he seemed to enjoy his family was the topic at hand. rather belatedly, arcturus realized his faux pax and blurted: "what happened to your mother?"