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Duskveil's relationship with her brother Dawnbringer was complicated. They had been super close in their youth. The memories she had of the various games they subjected the other kits to. The memories of those simpler times caused her to smile a bit to herself. It was a rare gesture that only those close to her had been allowed to see. As she stood at the edge of the the ruined camp the place where her and her brother had grown up. The places that contained her memories of their father Potionsmaster. Her smile turned into a thin line as her eyes briefly clouded and then dissipated just as quickly. She knew she needed to stop coming here. To stop reminding her of the memories that once were, because they always left a painful ache in her chest when it was time to head back to the cenote.
Occasionally, if he happened to find himself in the area, Dawnbringer would walk by the ruined camp. He would never stay for long, of course, just poke his head in, but it was slowly starting to become a habit. A habit that he wasn't sure how he felt about anymore. Dwelling in the past would only hinder him, but sometimes he just couldn't help the memories the place would bring. There was a spot deep in his heart that longed for the easier times, but he was normally able to ignore it. Normally.
This was one of the occasions where he found himself nearby while hunting. Whether or not his paws naturally carried him in this direction was something that he currently didn't want to think about, however, so as he began approaching the ruined camp, he lifted his gaze to the stars. In the back of his head, he could almost hear Potionsmaster talking about the cosmos, though the words themselves were a blur. He shook his head, bringing his green gaze back to earth, and onto the form of his sister. It seemed Dawnbringer wasn't the only one who felt that pull to this place tonight.
Duskveil's eyes were focused on the ruined camp. Wishing it would spring back to life and become livable once again. Her frown grew more evident and her brows furrowed as she continued to stare at the ruins in front of her. She was so lost, deep in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed her brother Dawnbringer. It was the familiar scent that was carried along a gentle breeze that caused her to look away from the ruins. Her dark orange eyes swirled with mix emotions as she took in the form of her brother.
"Dawn." The simple nickname was ushered no more than a soft whisper. She had given him the nickname when they were younger. Her reasoning had always been to make his name sound cooler. A pause of silence fell between the two siblings.
