Sun Mote Copse I could lie and say it isn't personal

They meant everything to her. Holding her own last name high above the rest, fit for a king; because it was. It was her fathers name, an idea from her mother, the sole thing she had left of her parents. Ete took an oath to never rid herself of her fathers name, not for a single soul. Husband or friend, they could never amount to her parents. Foregoing any explanation of her thoughts, Etephyr rested, sitting herself down; thankful that Wren finally settled down as well. Ete gave a fleeting smile in thanks.  

S'pretty. Compliments. With them, the fur on her nape pricks up and sends tingles down her spine. Without hesitation, Etephyr smoothed the fur back down with a rapid shake of her neck. Pretending to be bothered by a fly, hoping Wren would be bought. Ete never knew how to take niceties. She didn't like them to start. They churned her belly, made her feel vulnerable. She didn't understand how to process or return them. Rarely did she return them, if at all, ever. 

"Truly. They did." Ete reminisced, quietly forlorn.

Etephyr thought carefully about her words. Sparing a moment to construct her lie. "North, far north. A place we called Prail. Paradise on earth but everyone must leave moms teat eventually." She explained. "And you? Fresh off the milk, it looks, and ready to explore the world are we?" Etephyr flicked an ear, a cheeky, know it all, grin pressed firmly onto her lips.