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things were...weird.

quennell did his best to ignore most of it, now. he didn't hang around when the others had tense talks, or when searches seemed prevalent.

he enjoyed the abundance of time with his mothers.

he enjoyed the freedom he found with each growing day.

he did not enjoy the sulky, serious air of sapphique these days. almost everybody seemed to suffer from something.

he moved towards siren's bay on a search for @Mireille.

mireille was going no matter what.
her first foray into leadership had been marked by tragedy. she wanted to know that the sea truly had chosen her. and maybe even above that, she wanted so badly to find requiem.
sobo was coming too, a fact which comforted her.
she found a moment of amusement to pounce silently toward quennell as he came along, hoping to spur a wrestling match.

something was upon him.

for a moment he wondered if aminthe had come to bully him, but she was probably off with mama and maman. then he wondered if loko had come to wrestle, but probably not, huh?

but the crimson fur that cloaked him was that of none other than the one he had been searching for.

so he jutted paws up into her, a shove for her tackle.

get off, stink-shark! he barked with laughter.

stink-shark!?
mireille batted and nipped and tried to crush quennell until he was pinned beneath her. once there, the older girl dangled a loogie over his eye. "take it back," she demanded, sucking it back up with disgusting sounds that indicated she was preparing another.
a flailing hindpaw caught her in the chest; she oofed loudly.

NEVUR! he declared loudly as his paw met her chest.

now he prepared to squirm out from under her, well prepared due to his shark training with meerkat. only sharks were not limbed wolves, with loogies read to be chucked at any given moment.

quennell wriggled and mireille lost her grasp on him. "hey!" she shouted, rolling swiftly to her belly. "come back here or i will be feedin' you to de fish!" with a pirate-like yell, the obsidian grabbed for him again, stumbling once with a surprised laugh.

he fumbled with laughter, sand shifting around him and his paws. down on his back he went, offering mireille fully display of his still slightly-pudgy gut and large paws.

anyt'ing is better den da sadness 'ere, mir!

he did not realize the possible weight of his words, still carefree and bubbly, but they were genuine.

sadness and quennell would never be found near one another.

quennell spoke warmly, playfully. 
but the fun went out of mireille. she wanted to ask her brother what he meant. she poked his fluffy belly with a gentle paw. "do you be sad too, quen?" the young obsidian asked, eyes searching him.

"do you be sad too, quen?"

it was then he realized. ears splayed like wings and he looked away for a moment. maybe feeling bad, because it wasn't a bad thing to be sad. he just...didn't like it being all around.

nah. he licked his lips, rolling to right himself so he could stand before mir. i jus' dun like it. it makes me feel...squiggly. being 'ere. everyone mopin'.

mireille watched her little brother closely, trying to ascertain if he was lying about how he felt. she decided he wasn't; she decided quen had no reason to lie, even if he wanted. it wasn't their way.
"i know how you feel." she was considerate for a moment. "maybe you an' i need to go somewhere for a bit, outside de pack."

that was an...idea.

what would their mothers think? surely it'd be okay, especially seeing as it was mir taking him.

an' where would we go? he inquired with a soft prod of a toe in her direction. tail slowly offered a few thumps behind him.

"you pick. anywhere. along de sea. into de mainlan.' we can be gone for a bit."
and the more she spoke, the more she realized she wanted to go.
mireille waited for him to answer.

fade and maybe something new? <3

mainlan'. he agreed with a quick nod of his head. i see de sea all day!

but his voice conveyed he had no problem with this.

all laughs and giggles as he took off once more.