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    Siren held her nose up high as she padded through the elite halls, feeling particularly proud this march day. She had been training with her father, her strength was growing, and her beauty blossoming. What reason would she have to be sad?



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    [align=center][size=10px][color=#C5E3BF]Up to nothing important as usual, Calix hummed a light tune to himself as he wondered through the long mansion hallways. He was bored, but not particularly in a bad mood. In fact, he was feeling rather carefree at the moment. The slender trainee paused as he caught sight of Siren up ahead, recognizing her as one of his brother's friends. Pft, friends. Cal's green eyes glowed with some amusement because he was well aware that Harlequin felt something maybe just a bit more than friendship for this she-cat. But either way, he didn't think he'd ever had a a real conversation with her, so, not seeing any reason why he shouldn't, the feminine tom trotted over to join her, noting that she seemed quite pleased with herself. "Hey there Siren."

    Siren blinked up her cobalt blue eyes at the tom, and allowed herself to smile. She was in a particularly pleasant mood, and did not like or dislike Harley's brother either way. He seemed decent enough. After all, most of Roseblood's children seemed to fairly good fighters. It would probably serve the trainee well to be his ally."Hello, Calix," she mewed softly. "What are you up to?"

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    [align=center][size=10px][color=#C5E3BF]His shoulders rose and fell once in a simple shrug at her question. "Oh, nothing really." The slender tom had to hold in the rather dramatic sigh that threatened to escape him as he answered. That was all he ever did lately besides socialize. Daemons, Cal needed to be more productive if he ever wanted to get anywhere in life, so he made a little mental note just then to find someone to train with or some such thing before too long.

    [font=georgia]Siren let a small, almost seductive purr escape her throat. "I'm sure you are up to more than nothing," she mewed amused. "Unless you have learned to live without breathing."