Sorry for the wait! >.<
It was scent that brought him from his shared den, red eyes half-lidded and lazy as he wondered what on earth the familiar-unfamiliar smouldering scent was. He'd smelled smudges before, sages and marijuana and thyme and the like, but it'd been so long that identifying it was impossible for the dark-colored man. So rather than sit idly by, waiting to see if it would come to him, he found himself wandering down the hall in search of the source. The trail was easy enough — around the loop of member dens, toward the end on the opposite side of the residential region, he found the guest rooms where the creator was cleansing a stoney enclave.
The hulking man leaned his weight against the smooth edge of the den entrance, watching the young woman as she worked. Caprica. Naniko had called her Caprica, and he knew her to be blood of the Angela he'd watched so carefully. A daughter. Like Ravesque himself, Naniko had so many other children; he couldn't be positive. A smile crossed his features briefly, lazy eyes focusing entirely on her — like her mother, she was a beauty. "Are you settling in well, girl?"
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