SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW | o, roseblood visitors

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Amren watched Malphas carefully, those burning silver gaze of hers seemingly igniting with the fire that coursed through her veins. A paw would move - a simple readjustment - to reveal a scorched mark in the wood below, the tiniest of grins twisting a black maw. [b][color=#414a4c]"We came here to talk about the Rosebloods, boy," The black smoke explained shyly, [color=#414a4c]"You're the one that had to be all hostile to a bunch of curious kids." Her comment was extended lazily, the girl now preoccupied by the embers that floated in the air in front of her. She would reach out to generate more, transfixed by the faint orange before heaving another sigh. [color=#414a4c]"Mom wanted us to scout out the groups or something," Amren droned, [color=#414a4c]"Like I said though, you didn't really leave a good taste in my mouth."

Her light gaze would lift from the embers, focusing now on the great beast that rose from the depths of the swamp itself. Malkyn at least seemed tolerant of children, a halfway relieving detail that caused that smile to turn a little more genuine. The rest of her facade was composed with apathy in mind though, not much emotion breaking through her mask of obsidian and smoke. [color=#414a4c]"Our parents?" Echoed the little spitfire, a metaphorical brow arching ever so slightly, [color=#414a4c]"Cain and Sola and Finnishwars." She stated her parentage proudly, chest puffing out. [color=#414a4c]"And Sola, my mother, is the leader." That fact was also a point of pride for the short feline who appeared as if she could go on for hours about her mother and family. In truth, Amren probably could, but she doubted she had the right audience to do so. Blinking faux innocently, the child would giggle, [color=#414a4c]"Why do you ask?"