Phoenix Maplewood That's the point

vex doesn't think much of it as haunt's scent ...many hours old crosses out of the territory nor as arbiter's scent, fresher yet, overlays it. yet still, he follows after his mother like a relentless harbinger of broken rules; sneering as he shadows her. though there is a soft swell of annoyance that his pale sister would venture out without him ( despite the missing context ), it is only when arbiter's howl rises for her with no response that dread settles like a stone in his stomach. though he does not necessarily understand his sister's frequent headaches she has spoken of them at least once to him, perhaps in passing. sos prowls in his lumbering gait ahead of him, a figment of vex's imagination; hellish but alert. an physical manifestation of his feelings even if naught but an illusion of his mind.

regardless, he draws strength from sos; imaginary friend or deitybear all the same.

the dreadfather lets out a low rumble of unease, appearing to vex as real as his mother's form before him as he shrugs out of the shade of the maples, carrying a slight tang of the sickly sweet scent upon his pelage. she didn't answer. vex capitalizes upon the obvious, catching up to match his mother's steps despite that he was not invited. irregardless of her feelings on the matter, vex counted this as being escorted and he wasn't going to go anywhere but with her.

in regards to haunt, that meant she was far enough away from them, presumably, that she couldn't hear arbiter's call ...or perhaps she was ignoring it as she sleuthed further along. i can't believe she went without me. on this, the haughty princeling's voice carries full offense and unsure what it means for the assumed close relationship between him and his pale sister.