Her concern was washed away fluidly with his words; she couldn't help but feed off of his good mood, as she was sure others often did from her. With a weak, but quickly strengthening smile she nodded, and allowed her mind to be free from worry for now.
Pride continued to flow from her father's mouth, but then his words turned sour, his mood suddenly darker as he spoke of Inferni. He was right, what he said; it did stink of blood and hate. That land had seen so much bloodshed, so much violence for both just and unjust causes. Sometimes, it stifled her, as well. She nodded in sad agreement as dark ears fell against her tangled head and she looked away, ashamed of the place she called home. Despite her title, she still felt measurable unease in Inferni, and it persisted despite her attempts to mold their environment to her, to mesh with her estranged family. She became free only when she escaped it's borders.
Then, he embraced her again, allowing her fears to be shed once more as she buried herself in his fur. He told her of a place to the north that the Mother's hand had blessed with a supreme beauty. Mind-blowing, he'd said. Gold eyes widened; yes, she wanted to see such a place! Her mouth fell into a small, open circle as she imagined the land he spoke of. She had known marvelous, awe-inspiring lands and knew that he had, as well. For him to speak so highly of a place must mean it was worthy.
"That sounds..." she began, amazed. "That sounds amazing! I can't wait to see it! You are leading people, now, Daddy?" Sage's father had always been an admirable figure in her eyes, and now it was reinforced even more; he'd gathered a family together, to create a perfect home. She must visit, must see the home that he had made, away from Inferni.
The idea of joining him floated through her mind briefly then; but, could she? Could she leave Inferni, failing herself and all that she had set out to do there? Had she really made any progress since beginning? The angry stares and negative energy had spoken volumes about how she was perceived there, but Sage felt that she still needed to try. She was convinced that there was still good in Inferni; the Aquila himself was a kind man, and there was still hope left in it's clansmen, she was sure of it.
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