After the drama of the past few weeks, Dolce was happy to have found a small piece of quiet within the pyramid. It wasn't much, but even a moment's rest did wonders for the roiling emotions in her mind. Or maybe it wasn't really rest. Maybe it gave her time to vent to herself about the frustrations of those around her, which were aplenty as of late.
She still had no idea where her mother had gone off too, and she was stuck enjoying the wondrous presence of her father's newest baby mama, along with all of said babies. She couldn't help but sneer at the thought of them, more roaming children for her father to fawn over since apparently Saran had finally graced him with the ability to have children out of love. And what did that make her? Just a political contribution? It was all fucked. And hell if Dolce was going to pander to those other kids at any point in time.
The catsune huddled in her corner, wings ruffled in clear agitation though not leaving their rigid posture on her back. It occurred to her that it wouldn't be so bad to release the tension in her muscles, since no one was paying particularly close attention. She released the posture of her wings, letting them droop to the sides and stretch a bit to reveal the third wing hidden beneath. "Guess it ain't so bad as long as everyone's leavin' me alone."