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His muzzle rose, spontaneously, at the news of his sister’s rank. He deserved to feel jealous, but had to be careful of what he focused on. It was unfair, that his sister was allowed to stay here while he had been shipped off like something undesired and set to pursue a career he had never wanted for himself.
She was proud; he could see this, and the silvery hues were softened with his contentment in seeing that at least his sister was doing well here in Salsola. The D’Angelo family had good standing here, and it was good. He would just have to avoid pondering why his situation had to be different. He was still ranked merely as Family, and was likely to remain so for quite a while longer as long as he couldn’t remain here permanently, he supposed.
”You’re sure getting somewhere in the world,” he added, dry tongue sticky against the wall of his mouth. But he was proud of her. She deserved it. Salsola wasn’t simply a home. He wished it to be his world as well, but he was afraid that he would wake up one day and realize that it wasn’t.
The man squinted at the building as it was unveiled by their approach. It hadn’t been there before. Dark lips twisted only slightly at this sight. ”This is new?” he simply stated, gesturing at the expansion of the barn. He wasn’t one to take note of changes, unless it was large and easy to spot, like this.
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