Caprica had started the day on a brilliant note: a brace of birds had stumbled into one of her carefully constructed snares; pheasants no less. Delightedly the young connoisseur had retrieved, plucked and cleaned them all in a morning's work, before returning to her daily grind of amusing herself in as various a variety of ways as she could devise - especially enjoying playing with and crafting toys for the new puppies. When some sixth sense told her the sun was retreating, although she had seen little of it, she headed for the kitchen, humming melodically. On her way she smelled smoke - the fire in the commons must have been stoked, just in time for her to roast the birds. Ideal. She detoured to see how large the flames were - it might have been worth lighting the kitchen one after all - and grinned, seeing the well-prepared young man and the hearty blaze already growing. "What's up, bro?" she said by way of greeting - she recognised him as one of Ravesque's, but she hadn't had the good luck to speak to him before. "That's a nice looking fire - you mind if I borrow a little heat to roast some dinner?"

The tall girl smiled to hear his generous reply, tossing him a "Cool. Be right back," as she was already exiting the room In the kitchen she expertly spitted the pheasants, and returned in a matter of seconds to prop them over the flames, before standing back and dusting off her paws. "Awesome, you've done all the hard work... Now there's nothin' left to do but sit back and wait." Making good on her words, she knelt facing the flickering blaze, hands in the crook of her knees, only just within reaching distance of the turnspit. Leaf-green eyes shot him another quick glance from below her fringe, but still couldn't put a name to the face. "I'm Caprica, by the way," she added, and wanted to say something like 'you don't look much like your daddy, do ya?' but didn't want to put her foot in it - the boy could be adopted, for all she knew, although she was certain she could see a little Ravesque in his face somehow. She racked her brains for all she knew about this little family, but all she could remember was that they'd come here to follow her mother Naniko, after whatever it was that had happened to their mother. She got the impression they hadn't all arrived at once, but it had been while she was absent; she simply didn't know all the details. She wasn't nosy, either. He seemed like a nice boy but she wasn't going to start prying for information about the past. For Caprica, the past was best left where it was.

Considering Caprica's adoration of her new little brothers, it was true enough she had been spending a large portion of her time in her mother's quarters, where given his aversion it was unsurprising they had not run into one another. She shrugged modestly at his comment about the prey, saying 'Definitely lucky! I didn't really catch them. I laid the traps and they caught themselves.' Like Jackson Caprica was all in favour of spending the least amount of effort necessary, and proud of the time and energy her contraptions saved her, leaving more free to put to other uses. He told her his name, which didn't tell her much, but every moment she thought she could see the resemblance more and more. 'So its good to meet you, seeing as we're kinda family.' She let this hang for a mischievious moment then clarified 'Seeing as how your dad and my mom...' How best to put the intangible link where Ravesque was helping to raise her half-brothers? '...Have a thing,' she finished eventually, amusement in her tone- a little awkward, this, and it could get more so if she was wrong about Jackson's parentage. Boy would she have egg on her face, but she was confident enough. She poked a pheasant to turn it a little bit away from a rogue flame that threatened to char the flesh, musing how odd it was that the dark wolf who had welcomed her here and loitered in the back of her mind ever since had turned out to be linked to so many she'd met or already knew here, including the ones close to herself.

His easy enthusiasm was appealing, and infectious. 'Sure, anytime!' she offered magnanimously when he suggested the sharing of her trap crafting knowledge. Surreptitiously she eyed him once more, fascinated by the ways he differed from his father as well as the similarities, wondering about the missing link that she would never set eyes on. Her own mother was named, queried, and she nodded, causing hair to fall into her eyes. She swished it back in a prove swing, jawline lifting. 'Boy you'd better watch out - you're in the presence of a D'Angelo!' A small noise of merriment chased these words, as if mocking her own pomposity and she nudged a bird further along its spit, blissfully unaware of his feelings towards Naniko, and his father's new occupation as surrogate parent. She was steadfastly not considering the subject too deeply herself. Changing tack felt like a good idea. 'How's life been treating you then, in these caves of ours? Quite a concept, huh!'

He had the initiative to play along with her messing around and she highly approved. The kid was good company and a welcome diversion, definitely one of the better results of the lottery that was socialisation in the Anatheman catacombs. But it seemed these tunnels were wearing on him a little - maybe it was simply a mild youthful discontent, but she wondered if there was more behind his failure to be charmed by their homeland. Perhaps he was lonesome. 'You got any brothers and sisters here, Jackson?' As for herself, 'So far? I adore this place. Its got soul, y'know? Its got secrets.' It wasn't perfect... there was the sunlessness, the strange encounters in the dark, the occasionally stifling silence... you couldn't exactly call Anathema 'charming', true. But it was as resilient and powerful, to her mind, as the mountain that contained it. 'Beats lonering in the woods anyhow, I can tell ya,' she finished, turning the spit absent-mindedly. The meat was beginning to smell stronger as it cooked. She did like to eat old school style too, fresh flesh and all, but the variety you could achieve with the application of heat was too good to ignore.

The litany of siblings seemed lengthy enough to warrant protection from isolation. Caprica murmured a few encouraging 'Mmm' noises as she listened but made no meaningful comment, until the name of Scorpius surprised her into saying without thinking "Scorpius? He's your brother too?" The next instant she regretted the words for how moronic they sounded, but she had meant every one truly, having no idea how the two were related. Perhaps, she thought longingly, one day someone intelligent would be able to tell her the reason for the gaps in her memory. Until then she would just have to live with the unexplained blanks that usurped things she shoudl definitely know and remember - faces, places, especially from her childhood and more besides... It seemed to be wearing away lately though, the hazy effect, as all her days in Anathema were relatively crystal clear and she could picture each of her tiny brothers as easy as say their names. Meanwhile, the name of Scorpius - there was no picture there.

The next question brought her further into the past and she narrowed her eyes at the fire as she forced her mind back, as awkward and heavy as a rusty machine. "Yeah, I was lookin' for mom, kinda, and I think I was just meant to be in the forest for a while or something... it got real lonely but I learned a lot out there, doing my own thing, just me and my shadow." That said, now and then snatches of conversation in voices she couldn't place would come into her head, and she knew for a fact she had not gone utterly without company - she just couldn't recall anyone else in detail. This was so troubling she did what she always did and turned back to the present, brushing away difficulty with a teasing "Smells good, doesn't it!" noticing Jackson's appraisal of the birds. She was happy to share one with him anyway, if he was willing - the larder was well stocked just now, at least partly due to her exhaustive trapping. The other bird was to be an offer for the Angela and her young; at least that was Caprica's original intention, although Naniko would certainly never go without, she liked to share all her tastier meals with the leader and mother she idolised.

So, it was an even thingier thing than Caprica had realised. Her heart was sinking more and more; soon it would be in her stomach. Enough already, she thought, with the dredging up of all the family past. She supposed it was good for her, in the long run, to have a clue what the hell was going on around her, but it was so much easier to live in sweet oblivion. It was lucky such a state of mind came naturally to her without need for any kind of foreign substance abuse. Or was it? She still didn't know the reason - and she didn't want to. She wanted to show her gratitude to Jackson for filling her in in such a thorough manner, but she couldn't meet his eyes at that moment; she thought he must have seen her weakness, and feared that she came over as peculiar at the least. Not that she worried he would get at her for it, for she already trusted the easy-going youngster, but she would rather nobody caught on at all. She would have been relieved to know that he hadn't given it a moment's thought, but if she had thought harder herself, would have realised it would have taken a jump of conclusion to realise her amnesiac tendencies - that or mind-reading.

If her heart was in her stomach, it suddenly didn't seem like such a bad place to be. The pheasants must almost be roasted through by now. He had mentioned the loneliness again, and she smiled to think all that was over and done. Now, there were people to talk to, people to share things with. Yes, the meat did smell good - and he'd never tried it like this? "Never?! Well now, you are in for a treat!" she declared, carving out a piece and handing it towards him. "Just test this for me and see if its done good enough?" the girl requested, eyes dancing with anticipation.

She smiled proudly, although admittedly, she hadn't done much to the birds. It didn't take much to turn a simple catch into a feast. Before she knew it, she'd finished off a whole half of one of them, proffering the remainder towards the blue-eyed boy. She chomped in silence for a moment, but the cave seemed all too quiet with just the odd crackle from the hearty fire. That was one thing about being down in the caverns - the silence. Caprica was learning to like it, but at first she'd always been singing to herself or tapping away the time. With someone else present to answer, it was even better - the sound of her own voice would drive her crazy otherwise. She had a rather deep, powerful voice which she sometimes wished she could moderate more easily. At least she could sing well - or at least, loudly - especially loving to do so in the Italian she'd learnt while young. For now though it was enough to merely continue the conversation. "So, firestarter, have you got any wild plans for the future, or are you just takin' it as it comes?"

A boy who could be responsible, at the same time as taking his chances with the random flow of life. He deserved a good ride. "I hope life gives you plenty of treats, then. I'm sure some of what's coming you won't expect - guess that's the fun part." She didn't want to look at the thing through rose-tinted eyes - her earthen jade was far more pragmatic - but it didn't hurt to frame everything as well as possible, for sheer sanity of mind. Let the dark stuff take over your thoughts, and you were doomed. It had been a difficult line to walk, her whole life. "For now I'll give ya something, never mind life. Split this chicken with me, then that gives us a kick to go on this trapping expedition to replace 'em!" she joked, slicing the pheasant in half and starting on hers with gusto. Another thought occurred, spoken almost immediately as was her way. "And then you can help me set a fire in my room. Gonna be cosy this winter! Just so long as I don't suffocate myself..." She had only experience with outside fires - would she need a chimney or some kind of draft, she wondered, to keep the air moving. Jackson would hopefully know, or know who to ask. "Sound like a deal?" She grinned at him, unaware of a shard of bone stuck to one of her canines; terribly undignified, but there was an unstudied flair to everything the gangling girl did, and she would not have cared if she'd known anyway.