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Na'ima leaned back, tilting her head back to gaze up at the ceiling. A quick fix, huh? Perhaps she had been guilty of that as well. She turned thoughtful, falling quiet and raising an arm out of the water to idly draw circles in the water's surface, watching the ripples with a small frown of concentration. It was strange to her to feel..guilty for a demand. Was it guilt? Hm. Perhaps not. But she felt bad for trying to get a 'quick fix' and not work toward what she wanted from Wrath, instead of pouting and whining because he told her no. No one had ever told her no before.

Golden amber eyes turned toward Falair as her sister joined her in the bath. She lifted her head and sat up straighter, lounging comfortably with a gentle sigh. "They could. What makes that event significant to them is it is essentially their 'end of the year' celebration, and for many it is their last event before they graduate. But watching them all interact," she chuckled, "So dramatic. One of them even tried to kiss me several times, he was very determined." Na'ima reached over to playfully tug at Falair's hair, then combed her fingers through it while it floated in the water.

Her brow furrowed. She tilted her head to one side. "Have you ever fallen for someone, Falair? Or even considered it?"

"I broke his heart, obviously," she announced proudly.

Na'ima listened quietly, and was actually surprised by the answer. How had she missed this happening to Falair? Her eyes widened slightly. No, no. She wasn't going to answer that question. Instead she was going to focus on her sister. "Did you now. Who? Tell me. How did I miss it?"

Augh! Na'ima scrunched her face and batted at the water being spit at her, returning the face by shoving water toward her sister's face. "But it is important. I missed a major event in my little sister's life. I should be filled in on every important memory. How could I have missed such a thing." She flicked a bit of water at her. "A stallion? A mare? Did I know them? Do I know them?" She asked with a teasing grin, leaning in closer to her sister with the lower part of her face submerged in the water inches from her face.

When asked again why she was asking her question she huffed, sitting up straight again. "It is a distraction anyway.." Her grin softened to a smile as she looked Falair's way. "They would take your time away from me, and I would grow terribly jealous." No, Na'ima didn't share well. She never had even as a filly. Her sister was something she didn't share well at all. It would be too strange to have to adjust to.

Na'ima cackled as Falair choked on the water she had splashed at her. Oh, that was adorable. She was grinning again as Falair settled into the water once more, reaching over to rub her back. "Apologies, sister. My retaliation was not meant to nearly kill you." Adorable, really.

Her brow raised high. So forward, her sister! "Who? I do not know what you mean. I cannot be curious of my sister's life? Apparently I miss things even when growing up beside you, it is quite alarming, I assure you. Fine, if this conversation bothers you, we will change the subject." Chuckling, Na'ima moved to drape her arms over the edge of the bath, nails tapping against the floor behind her. "What would you like to speak about instead, sister?"

Na'ima's smile suddenly fell, and for a moment she regarded her sister seriously. "Falair, everything about you is worth knowing," she said with surprising firmness. Fun and games aside, her words were almost beginning to sound self-depricating. No. Falair was wonderful; she was beautiful, intelligent, warmhearted, and gentle. A good soul, a kind soul. She admired her sister for her determination and persistence, for her attitude and views. Na'ima would not allow her to see herself as anything less than perfection.

Sighing, she relaxed and dropped a hand enough to play with her sister's hair again. She shrugged, looking away to instead gaze ahead of her at nothing in particular. "His name is Rathsvith, however I believe he prefers 'Wrath'." She rolled her eyes. "He and Salbei struck up some kind of deal, I never quite learned the specifics of it, where he willingly offered himself up for experiments. To test Salbei's creations, and eventually my own. However, he has outlived his usefulness to me. He has...horns.." Her head tilted to one side as if she was imagining it, recalling what the horseman looked like. "I've always wondered how he has them, when Death clansmen do not have horns..either his mother or father must be Conquest or Famine, but who and what, I wonder." Shrugging, Na'ima started to slouch. "Regardless, I will not be using him for my tests any longer. He is wasting away, and we need our horsemen strong."

She turned a look down to her sister and she couldn't help but smile. Closing her eyes, Na'ima tilted her head to nuzzle her cheek against the top of Falair's head. Blindly she searched for one of her hands, slipping her fingers between her sister's and giving a quiet sigh. "I love you, Falair. My world would end if I were to lose you," she murmured, giving her sister's hand a squeeze. Falair and Salbei were all she had left of home, but Falair would be the one loss she would never recover from. She was always glad every time she was reminded the mare was still around and safe.

But then she frowned, brow furrowing with displeasure. "Get rid of them? What? His horns? No, out of the question. His horns are magnificent and unbroken. However, these are interesting thoughts. Does he have an affinity for potion making or our insects, I wonder?" Humming thoughtfully, she opened her eyes again. He only wanted to be a soldier, and his build was certainly that of a Death horseman. What if wasting away meant he would look more Famine? It was a fascinating idea she wouldn't mind entertaining, actually. She would think about it.

She then held a certain..melancholy about her when the question of his condition came up. No, Na'ima wasn't surprised, she could relate. "...He was trying to forget, to escape memories. I did much the same until Salbei saw to it to help me ease my mind. At least he has decided to stop." As for close? She wasn't su--what. Na'ima blinked, and finally she laughed. Her free hand came up to cover her face, her laughter echoing off their room's walls. Oh! She was so cute! Old like Salbei!

"Is--HA! Is anyone old like Salbei?" She cackled. "No, no! He is..he is closer to my age. Oh, old like Salbei. That is wonderful. I will tell him you asked that. Ahh.." Sighing, Na'ima took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself, however a chuckle still escaped her here and there. "His immune system is incredible. He is not affected by our potions for long, and Salbei and I are constantly forced to improve upon them. It is wonderful, but I need to begin testing on proper subjects." Na'ima chuckled again. "Old like Salbei."

Na'ima gave a snort. "Unlikely. He is the beast that needs taming," she said without thinking. "He is a soldier, and he wants nothing more than to be a soldier. I doubt he will give anything else a first thought, let alone a second."

...What.

Golden amber eyes slowly turned down toward her sister and at first she said nothing. She looked away, eyes lowered to the water's surface where she could gaze at her reflection. "Why do you think I like him."