Ouroboros Spine There are things in life you learn

Sitri did not mind silence as some did. Silence usually meant there were none around to hurt him. Silence was golden, there was no queen or mother or sister screeching at him for something. There was no moans of agony from those slaves in the pits or screams of pain from those being ripped apart by the queens blood lusted wolves. Yea, silence he liked it.

Sitri furrowed his brow as he listened to her. Sitri has never been where it is cold all the time. Always has been near home that is both warm and cold. I think I like it that way. He couldn't really say he didn't like the cold, when he had never really been around it all that much. So he was okay with saying he liked the differing temperatures.