Foggy Bottom Way One day from forgiveness

hira moved north from the oasis, now, small body laced with irritation. tail flicked as she walked, gece yarısı güneşi still fresh on her mind. erkek yatakları. the princess scoffed, giving a single roll of amber eyes before she would pause in her tracks. a scent drifted on the winds, riding towards her nose ; a scent that spoke of siena. of a prince.

she moved carefully, now. it was kemal, she knew that much, but what was he doing here? had babası sent him? or had it been annem? dafne had always favoured her sons, just as kaan had with his daughters. the lioness stalked forwards with careful, lean strides, searching the horizon for a sign of her brother. a short search. there he was.

merhaba, kemal, she purred, growing closer. they were similar in the duality of their dark yet pale faces. though kemal shared the pelt of leandros. quite the mix of both king and queen. spoken with a somwhat care that is only present with her mother tongue, she continued: siena'dan uzakta buldun kendini. burada ne işin var? a careful eye.

a breath left her nose. baban mı seni gönderdi? anne altın oğullarından birini göndermezdi. ama beni göndermekten kesinlikle mutluydu. resentment thick on her dark, accented tongue. mother did not favour her daughters ; only princes. but fathers distance was not hatred. he loved them in his own, paternal way. watchful.

like how hira watched her brother now - searching his expression.