Willam's words were true, and Sepirah quietly pondered them, not saying anything. It was true - the ones that were hidden, the ones that did not do as they were supposed to in life, died. It was simple, it was harsh, but it was fact, most certainly; every creature and animal seemed to have something they must do in life, something that made them different, and if they did not do it.. they would end up like an eagle who never flew.
Sepirah considered Willam for a moment - she seemed different, as if she was not quite used to talking that much. Sepirah responded in kind, simply staring up at the eagles for a while, seeing only one or two more attempt their beginnings at flying.
"I suppose that's true," she said in reply to Willam's comments, after a pause. She looked in the sky once more, feeling her snake hiss and slide against her shoulders and neck and hair, ruffling it a bit. She slid her hand down her hair to flatten it, as if in vanity.
"How do you like Inferni?" she asked Willam politely. As she hadn't seen the girl around the clan quite as much as everyone else, she concluded that she was new. It was a good thing - new blood in the clan, more power to fight with, and to come together with.
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