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The two half siblings were not close in any sense, but the crude woman had always looked upon Enkiel with eyes of acceptance. He was someone there was little reason to dominate, and so she didn’t try. Predictable and dependable, something she could appreciate. The jackal was the only sibling she treated as a proper equal. There had been others, but like the rest, they had disappeared shortly after they had arrived. Their sister had come and gone more than once, but for now the clan was blessedly free of the immature woman wearing that silly mask. She didn’t know much of how Enkiel felt about her litter sibling, but wasn’t curious enough to ask. She was content with her absence.
The mother’s petite face tilted as she turned to greet her clothed sibling. It didn’t trigger thoughts of ridicule to see him wear human clothing to shut out a portion of the unforgiving cold. She knew a bit of the lands he had come from, and he hadn’t been made to suffer cold climates. It was only natural that he turned to helpful resources. Halo adored her own accessories dearly, though to her it was a matter of appearance, nothing more. Through heavy eyelashes, her eyes found his. ”Enkiel,” she offered in sweet return, a distant smile taking form on dark lips unaccustomed to the display of positive emotion. After the birth of her children, she had found reason to smile every day, though only around them.
His words spoke the truth, though it was treated as a compliment. Her gaze returned to the wrestling puppies, and she nodded, quick to agree with such wondrous truth. ”They will grow up to be fine assets to the clan,” she promised, hoped. She couldn’t carve out their lives, but she lived with the belief that they would find brighter futures than their elder brother. Her precious gems; how she hoped they wouldn’t disappoint her. ”How is your greenhouse?” she asked, offering a polite question of concern for something she knew he cared for. The woman knew little about his plants and their lifespan. Surely, a small house of glass couldn’t possibly protect the frail things from the cold of winter. But she could ask.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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