Blacktail Deer Plateau it's already burning

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Saarthal would be lying if she said she didn't think about her family or that she hadn't missed them at all. There were nights where she wished her father were here with her; his presence was a reminder of safety, of warmth and laughter and late afternoon playfights in the arena which always ended in a sweaty mess, her frustrated mother and a conspiratorial wink from her father. She wondered what he was doing right now - sparring with Aeneas, at a council meeting with grandfather or arguing with Hadrian for the millionth time about the dangers of stress and the sheer ridiculousness of her brother's workload. Nah. What was today again? He was probably at date night with her mother. 
Saarthal shook her head and kicked at the undergrowth; no, it'd been the right thing to do, leaving, she didn't have much of a future there, not with...her lingering around, kissing up to her admittedly amazing and stupidly hard-to-hate older brother. Ugh. She sniffed, annoyed, and promptly choked because no fucking way. But no, she had indeed inhaled a mouthful of brother dear's dense scent. And then, because Saarthal was Saarthal and she couldn't be fucked to search around this dense black forest, she decided to scream: "YO JUNIOR! HADRIAN, YOU MOTHERFUCKER WHAT THE FUCK-" before she realised that one, her nose could be fucked up and the scent might be not-her-brother's in which case she was doomed because the probability of her being chased and killed by angry serial killer wolves had just risen exponentially, and two, she probably scared of all the prey within a ten-mile radius. Her stomach rumbled angrily. Welp. Too late now.