What have we done to you?

Caprica D'Angelo · 10-28-2011, 06:05 PM

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Trailing the boys gladly behind her, Caprica moved to a clear spot just off to the right of her mother and flopped to the ground, her back to a wall with her legs out in front of her, knees a little bent. Down here she was in the children's world - knee high to most of the rest, looking up at the variety of dress and general appearance. She flicked her hair playfully, enjoying the amusing sight of everyone being so high up and aware that here in the dim light not much was visible except her shining daubed fur and the glint of her eyes. It especially amused her to see Jackson surrounded by an enthusiastic seeming crowd, but when Akira came over and removed one girl, her smile faltered a little, tinged by mildly perturbed curiosity. It was none of her business, but she still wondered what was going on there. Looked like Jackson had earned himself a little bit of attention, though she didn't know who any of the girls were. She reached for her brothers to ruffle them affectionately on their heads, chuckling. They'd be as big as Ravesque's son in no time. "Hey scamps - you want to show me how well you can act like your costumes, huh?" she suggested, before noticing Octavius, who wasn't in costume. He was approaching, and from the way he was looking she expected trouble. Hopefully she could avert this small bout of sibling jealousy. "Hi, you," she said firmly, "Don't complain if you weren't here to get dressed up, pal - it'll be your turn some other time, you can't always have everything the same as everybody else! Besides, you've got yourself a guise of your own, I can see... some kind of swamp monster, right?" she finished playfully, wrinkling her nose at him with a twinkle in her eyes.

These shenanigans were interrupted by the beginning of the important part of the meeting, and Caprica flicked stern looks around the little ensemble, although she was sure the pups would know to keep quiet.

The speech concerned Alaki, the wolf dressed like a warrior, whose scent Caprica knew although she had not been graced with much of his presence. It seemed he was to be promoted into a command position, and Caprica nodded to herself, pleased. It was good for her mother to share a little of the responsibility - sometimes she could seem untouched by the long hours and various duties, but they must be taking their toll, or would sooner or later. Hours that would be set to increase if there was a true growing threat from the outside world. Caprica made a mental note to spend more time hunting towards the perimeters of the land. It would be helpful to gain awareness of what was going on out there. It was far too easy to spend her hours deep within the safety net of Anathema, relaxing and playing around with the kids, letting the light-hearted fun distract her from life's bleaker realities. Her ears were pricked attentively as she turned her head to catch the words of the new Rakeeb, fascinated to know what kind of a wolf he was.

Image courtesy of Ant Jackson@Flickr; Table by the Mentors!

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