sangria's opinions c':

A tight lipped smile. Sangria wasn't sure why she had this as her first reaction, as truthfully she loved Merlot with all of her heart and more. But... "Go for the throat type of guys, aren't you?" she pushed it off. They didn't laugh or even crack a smile, instead still waiting for her to speak. She drew her ears back, "Okay... well - I love him. Littermates and all, I have to. But Merlot... they're very distant with everything they do. I didn't even have the idea that they were seeing someone to intimately, much less Troubledlove - not until I had to learn that they were pregnant, and not from them either," a pause, "I love them because I have to. As much as it hurts to say, though, I haven't any clue or idea of who they are outside of the siblingship we have. We talk. We have meals together. We share last names. That is the extent of our relationship," sad, isn't it?

Just going through the motions, and yet the next name brought the same amount of sorrow and happiness to her heart as Merlot's did, "The world works in funny ways. Those who you're born with could hardly look your way - but those you've only known for a few months are always there," a pause, her smile loosening only ever so slightly, "I shouldn't say that. Merlot has tried, I know they have, but Marigold... Mari has done more. That's the most simple way I can put it. And though right now we're going through a tough time as a Clan, I have faith in him. I know he feels he is doing right by his actions, though I'm not sure I entirely agree with them. I just..." a deep breath, a shake of her head, "Marigold - he's started something that I'm not sure he knows how to finish, and I'm not sure which side of the fence I linger on."

"Hah -" another pause before she can go on. A gentle shake of her head and Sangria was yet again wearing her effortless smile, the corners tilted up in vague confusion, "I didn't think that Aether could be much more than the jokester he was. For most of the time I've known him, he's just been... joke after joke. Wiggling snakes, tugging on tails, and so on. I guess I didn't have my eyes open enough, huh? He's... a good brother. Claes, Zenon - the lot of them, they have someone great on their side. I just wish I got to know him a ton more before the rally, before being made to pick sides. Maybe we could've been friends," her eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Not to be dramatic of course - I want all this to blow over, for everyone to forgive one another. I want to make friends with him someday. I just don't think that's possible right now, y'know?" a beat, a pause, in any case a moment for her to think over her words, before she motioned with her paw for the unnamed creatures to spit out another name.

She stretched the toes on her mangled paws, "Couldn't resist wrangling him into this mess of an interview?" she hummed, "I guess I can't blame you. All brothers to some capacity, gotta have a theme going, right?" she could tell that, yet again, she was stalling. She looked down at her injury in faint disdain, "Claes is a good guy, an even better friend and brother. It took me weeks to accept him as King after Momm- Ver, after she stepped down. I have more faith in him than I have in myself sometimes. He's the King of my old storybooks, I think - soft, kind, giving. But just like those Kings, they let their kingdoms fall under disrepair or let their subjects to fall beneath unfortunate fates. Like - Like Marigold, I do believe he's doing what he thinks is best. They both just have very different definitions of what's best and, again, I can't decide who I agree with," she tapped the ground with her tail, "But he's a good King. Maybe not the best, but we could've been stuck with a lot worse, if I'm honest."

"Boo -" the nickname left her mouth long before her mind caught up. She seemed pained as she blinked a few times, "Bourbonkit. They're a kid, a child. They're growing, forming their own opinions, and doing all they can. They're... they're a good kid. I know that. They have watched the Clan spiral as it's doing, watched their sibling get torn away by a bird of all things - and they're still trying to smile and make the best of their life. It's admirable, almost," Sangria pulled her wings tighter around her body, "I just... I want them to act more like a child. They seem to think that they can grow up within days, but they can't. They act like they know everything, but they don't. I want to be the best aunt in the world for them - as stupid and childish as it sounds - but... it seems that don't want me around," a claw scratched behind her ear, "Maybe I'm suffocating. I'll... I'll just wait for them to come to me. Seems like the best bet, right?" a smile, a shrug. Moving on once again.

Puzzled, the young woman moved to shift her weight from one paw to the next, "I don't have much to say about them," Sangria mused, nose screwed up, "Their injuries seem to be healing fine, which is good. And it's nice to have another soft touch around the Clan, though I'm not too sure if they intend on sticking around," Ria paused, finding discussing the pale furred feline just as much of a struggle as the former five, "I think it's mostly my fault, though, that I don't know them as much. They seem nice, at least. Smart too. One of the types that have no bad bone in their body - Helios knows we need more of those."

Just as her mood picked up from speaking on 1004, it fell some in having to grasp her idea of Zinfandel, "He's my nephew, as I'm sure you know. And he's... a lot. He's much more in Bourbonkit in that he is actively... around? I guess. He used to be so calm, so laid back, but because of everything he has so much pent up anger and energy - it's just like his sibling. I want to give Zinfandel a soft life, one where he can play mossball with his siblings and not worry about the outside world for a few more months," she paused, rubbing her reddish eye with a paw and flicking the tear away, shaking her head, "But it's stupid to waste energy on wanting that when the time for simplicity has already passed," she added finally, head tilted back some.

Her mood didn't make an effort to improve. Sangria heard the name once, twice, then spoke, "Missio. I don't know much about her - she's new. I know she's kind, and I know that Bourbonkit has taken a liking to her. She's smart and has some past with healing and herbs, which is always good. But beyond that... she's just as much of a mystery to me than 1004 is. Unfortunate, but I think that's mostly my fault," she corrected her posture, "I haven't been that around lately. Maybe I would have more of an opinion, I'm not too sure."

There was a noticeable fidget in her stature, the straightening of her posture, the flick of her ear. It was clear, even to the blind, that his name was nearly enough to better her mood. A loose smile found its way onto her face, "June - he's real sweet, you know?" she hummed, her words becoming more enthusiastic as she spoke, "He's... charming, kind, helpful. He came all the way to the desert from the Pines, all to tell me that he participated in a raid in my honor. Junepaw is... a dream. One I don't want to wake up from," she paused to think over her words, "I don't think I could say anything bad about him. He's gotten really badly hurt recently, which honestly sucks, but he's still sticking it out. He's still being strong, and now he's been in the Kingdom more often - the only thing I worry over is when I tell him about Aphrodite. I... I really like him, he's my first crush, my - for lack of a better word - first love. I don't want to hurt him," her smile shifted, though she stubbornly kept it on, "We're not even a thing, and I'm scared of hurting him. Does that make sense?"

Another breakneck change, though this into the same realm of those like Missio and 1004. Her smile didn't shift, her posture remained upright and loose, "She's Rosemary's sister - quite the character herself. Curious, adorable," she nodded slowly, "She's in an odd age group, I think. Not quite young enough to rough-and-tough it with Boo or Zin, but not quite old enough to be in any older crowd. A tough spot, I would know," a soft giggle left her mouth as she leaned back some, figuring that all of the harder opinions were done and over with, meaning she could relax, "Given that I... think I'm close to Marigold, I want to befriend her as well. She seems like some fun, and it'd be nice to gain a female friend in the end," typical, almost, but she left it at that.