[/html]Lacking the same instincts that her brother garnered, Talitha was left relying on the teachings of others, though she didn't often ask for help in anything. Everything could be used as a learning experience, from conversation to simple moments that outwardly seemed to be amiable encounters. What she lacked in natural abilities, she made up in social ones. Ezekiel was a hunter, but his sister was an artist. Ezekiel seemed to prefer his life alone, but Talitha flourished amongst her family and friends. Or she used to. The self-important princess, who felt superiority purely because of ties to Gabriel de le Poer, was determined not to die alone or wither away into some poor and delicate flower. Because she was Gabriel's daughter, she was better than that.
Her brother's smile brought relief to cover her anxiety, and his agreement made her own smile widen. She felt comfortable with the idea to take care of her twin, preferring it to the idea of settling with some other man as a 'mate' or exclusive lover. Without additional people in her circle of loved ones, it left the weak walls of Luperci emotion that much stronger than those of others. To give back to Ezekiel for caring so much, it was only right to offer help in his life.
She laughed softly at the wink he gave, agreeing with a nod to carry the remaining items. Careful russet hands reached out to grasp the bow and quiver, tugging the latter over her back. Marlowe spoke, one of the obnoxious caws she was starting to hate, and Ezekiel replied. He pushed the book into the bag on the ground before Talitha reached over to pick it up. "What did he say?" she whispered, peeking into the open bag out of curiosity.
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