04-21-2012, 04:20 PM
Adonia Demos. Something about the name was more devilish than angelic - but not in a bad way. It was a sensual sort of name, thought Caprica. "Caprica," she repeated, for the other hadn't heard her the first time. "Caprica D'Angelo, daughter of Naniko," she added in case the woman had actually meant to ask for further information regarding her identity. If Adonia had heard of Anathema, she'd probably heard of Naniko. But it seemed another infamous character of their ranks had taken precedence in the shady-coated woman's experience. "Oh, Amy," she murmured in portentous tones. Last time she'd seen that dog, she'd thrown knives at Caprica's head, at the same time as giving birth. The black wolf had no idea what to make of Amy except that she was both suspicious of and faintly impressed by her. She'd given Adonia a bird, which was now gathered into the woman's lap, a small fuzzball of a creature. "You'll have to watch out, naming the little guy," Caprica observed as she grinned down at the chick. "Nothin' that will suit him now will suit him when he's all grown. Lookit that beak! Gotta be an eagle, right? He's gonna be big. You gonna train him?" She had found a recent interest in birds - especially predatory ones, though she had to admit a keener liking for the scavengers, like the crows. Adonia seemed to have forgotten about the joint: feeding the eaglet took precedence over smoking, Caprica supposed, but she kept a beady eye on it, making sure the woman didn't forget it altogether and accidentally feed it to the creature or anything. They wouldn't have even got to light it yet, if so!