[ooc] -- i thought you'd be there.
Whoo.
holding daisies, counting stars. -- [bic]
Cercelee heard the words. Her automatic response was to stiffen, become annoyed, deny any knowledge of the dead grandmother, swear off all relations. Yet she looked at the female who had introduced herself as Anka. This girl did not deserve any response Cercelee felt stirring in the pit of her stomach, the back of her mind. Also her mind flash to Iskata. The older female wouldn’t drop the subject until she had known just how Cercelee had fit into the family puzzle. Colibri too had known on sight that she was of their brood. Perhaps it would be impossible to escape it, no matter how easily the lies rolled from her tongue, no matter how convincing her voice or eyes. Cercelee wore the face of a ghost, she carried a name that would invoke memories in any that knew the of the dead matriarch of the Sadira family. Cercelee could tell Anka that she had no idea who Ceres had been, without even lying as she had never met the female, but Cercelee knew the doubt would remain in Anka’s mind.
Is there anyone who didn’t like Ceres? The name rolled off her tongue unfamiliarly, in her mind it did not really sound alike to her own. Cercelee, Ceres, Cerelee. It was an honest question, she had yet to encounter anyone with a real grudge for the wolf, although it was probably hard to think ill of one who is already dead.
My father was her son, Adrastos. Cercelee didn’t know if Anka would know that name or not, she wasn’t sure if this was another cousin or aunt or just a friend of the family. Yet she had stopped assuming that strangers she ran into weren’t related to her. For all she knew, once she met the perfect male and wanted a mate, maybe pups, he would turn out to be an uncle or some such. It would only make sense in this family. Still friendly, unsure of how to proceed since they had so quickly gotten on a topic Cercelee was always unnerved by, Cer’s question was a little hesitant.
How did you know Ceres?
