She went ahead, not by much at all. Her soft pinky white paws pattering forward without ceasing or failing. She tries to be steady- the voice of wisdom and reasoning when she can. Someone has to protect her brother and she others- has to keep them safe. The missing peice from her ear was a reminder of why she went on. Why she was so eager to keep them safe- to get her family rights. From the moment she was born it was her job not to be afraid. To be a defender.

It was her thing.
Quill has his things.

It’s just the two of them right now, ahead of the others. Scouting ahead to prepare for them. To make sure it’s safe. This place, it was filled with trees and plants and soft grass. Pretty, yes, but she knew that quill was far more likely of loving it than she was. Still she couldn’t deny it felt peacefull- safe even.

“What about setting up base here brother?”

She had led and he had followed. It was easy to follow. Quill was used to following. He had even followed his sister out of the womb. Illusion had always been the one to do things more swiftly than he did. She had always been the in control, take charge sort and Quill didn't mind that. He knew that what she did she did for the benefit of them.

Quill only paused to consider where they were at when his opinion was asked for. "It is nice. I like it." Lilting voice responded as he paced off the area. "Surrounding of trees for safety. Open area to make our own. Plenty of prey. I can't think of anywhere more perfect." It had absolutely everything that Quill could think that they would ever need.

The antlered male finished his circuit of the glade to come and stand next to his sister again. His inspection led him to finding a dropped feather to bring over. Without thinking anything of it he thought to try and tuck the feather into his sister's mane. "See? It was meant to be." Of course Quill believed in omens. Antlers were his token and feathers belonged to his sister.

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She listened to his remarks with an agreeing nod, her head fully agreeing with every single word. “Plus it’s sheltered enough that should young ones eventually be gifted to us, they can be sheltered and hidden from harm with ease.” She added with a logical nod. She didn’t see much point in rhyming just yet, her rhymes were always for comfort or to cast her illusion, she needed neither currently.

Quell seemed so keen to explore, returning with a feather and so lovingly sticking it in her mane. She may despise the half mane that made her appear so masculine from afar, but she did love the braids woven into it and all her feather, another one joining her collection. “meant to be, safe in harmony.” She hummed softly with a half attempt at a rhyme. Distracted by looking at the feather in curiosity. A grin split across her face and she rubbed her head against the side of her brothers neck. “Thank you.” She chuckled softly.

She looked around. “We’d be able to gather herbs and the like easily as well I should say!” though herbs never were her talent- perhaps quill could find use for them. Or one of the others. “Camp will be easy to set up as well, we either burrow underground to make a den, or we find a cave. Either will sort out shelter for us!” She hummed softly into the wind before staring at quill. “We’d never have any need to join a pride. You’d never have any need to join a pride brother! We can all be safe here, with the life we shall all build together!” excitement filled and danced around her chest.

+10 Set up a base for your group
+10 Convince a lion not to join a pride

"Thinking about cubs already?" He asked with a teasing grin. "Why not go about trying to have some fun first?" Quill couldn't imagine settling and having a family already. They were just getting out in the world. They were just thinking about setting up on their own. A relationship was the furthest thing from Quill's mind. But maybe someday, for now his focus was on fun.

A soft, rumbling noise was made when his neck was being rubbed against. "And the best part, no Fair Folk." The words were whispered out while his sister's head remained close. He didn't want to speak too loud in case he should summon them. But for now the place was quiet and was theirs alone.

"And what would you do with those herbs?" Maybe he could figure out something with them but they weren't his specialty. Still, he bet he could figure out the basics for the time being. "I want a tree den." The young male didn't even have to think about it. He felt the safest among the trees. This statement also had him glancing around the bordering trees to try and figure out which tree would be best for a den, or more like which tree called to him the most.

"You have big plans already and we just got here." Not that he minded. He was glad that Illusion was in high spirits.

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“No, I’m just saying. They’d be hidden safe, from those we don’t speak of.” She rumbled, purring softly. “We never had that!” Fun? Now compared to her brother that was actually the furthest thing from her mind. Safely was more key to her. Fun could wait, for illusion at least. She had no plans of convincing her brother to spend his time doing anything but play around and have fun. He deserves that.

“They won’t find us here. And if we avoid joining or being claimed into any form of pride we shall never have to willingly see any of them. Won’t that be brilliant! It will be just us changelings far from the likes of them!”

She shrugged at the mention of herbs. “I figure you’ll find use of them. And if you don’t, well, if things go well the others will join us!” She hummed. She chuckled at his idea of a tree den. “Well then, seeing as I don’t trust my eyes not to give out completely one day, I think I’ll stay down low here on the ground, while you have the trees aye?” Her vision was currently good, yes. But she wasn’t stupid. Her albino mutation meant that her eyes could one day get to the point that she can’t see. A den up high would only cause her trouble in that sinario.

“Maybe I just like thinking ahead.” She hummed, trotting around the little circle ish area of trees, searching for some form of den for herself. Red eyes caught sight of a large rock, near the centre but no quite, that had an opening into the ground. An abandoned wild dog den perhaps? Either way, it would do for now.

+10 Set up a base for your group
+10 Convince a lion not to join a pride

"But we can have all the fun that we want now." He didn't get why his sister wasn't more excited about the prospect. But then his sister had always been much more serious than himself. She thought of the future while he only considered the right now. Quill simply lived for the moment and that was it.

It would be nice not to have to deal with the faeries. That meant that they wouldn't always have to be looking over their shoulders and hoping not to take a misstep inadvertently. It would be nice to just be.

"So now I have to become the resident herbalist as well?" He asked with a laugh. Of course he would do his best to try and help out. While it was just the two of them they would end up having to split duties. At least until they could build up a bigger group. Maybe some other changelings would get up the courage to find them and join them.

"Tree dens don't have to be high." Actually he hadn't been considering that at all. He had really thought to curl up among the roots of a tree. He just wanted that feeling of having a living thing surrounding him and keeping him safe.

Quill watched his sister move around to seek out her own den. "Thinking ahead is too hard." At least for him it was. He had always been the spur of the moment sort. It was how he had got his name after all. He hadn't considered the consequences when he had put his face in that porcupine den.

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“Yes we can.” She hummed softly with a nod, slowly peeking her head into the den, abandoned like she had thought. It wasn’t massive, but it would do for now. While the days were young and the like. She smirked at quill’s next comment. “Not if you don’t want to. I just thought you might like it, for whatever weird things you like to do when I’m not around. I don’t know, go poison a fair folks dinner or something.” Her chuckle was strong, loud but not sharp.

“Yes, well thinking never was one of your strong points!” She said, eyes gleaming as she stared intently at him. She winked, before disappearing into the den. Shuffling around inside using the tail to clear away some of the dust and cobwebs.

Her brother lives in the moment, but she lives for the future.

"I don't do weird things!" Quill said with a huff. Though the later part of his sister's comment had him glancing around. "Don't say things like that!" The young male chided in a harsh whisper. "They might hear you!" If there was one thing that Quill didn't joke about it was the Fair Folk. He was anxious that they might somehow know that they were being talked about and just randomly show up here. The superstition still rang strong within him.

Quill pouted and huffed at what Illusion had to say. "That isn't very nice of you." It was true enough though. Thinking through all the different variations and courses of action was overwhelming for the young male. It was just easier to take things as they came.

"What are you doing in there?" Quill asked when Illusion disappeared into the rocky opening and didn't come right back out again. The pale lion moved to poke his head into the opening to find out what was going on.

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“They won’t hear me!” She protested, her ears darting backwards a little. They wouldn’t hear her. And if they did, well, quill could hide and she would fight, simple. When her brother began to pout she shook her head. “I’m just messing with you, love ya really.” She apologised. Even if what she had said was particularly true, she didn’t want to offend her brother.

“Making sure we have somewhere to sleep tonight, setting up base if you will.” She told him softly, as she walked around the den swiping away all the dust and the cobwebs.

"Yes! They too can hear!" Again Quill gave another paranoid glance around. The faeries always seemed to know what they were doing and what they were talking about. Even though Quill couldn't see any faeries about he didn't want to risk summoning them. "No more talk." He said swiftly, figuring his sister would understand. He wasn't upset but worried that the more they discussed the Fair Folk the closer they would be to actually summoning them.

Quill sneezed as the dust kicked up by his sister's tail tickled his nose. "I don't want to sleep in a rock." The young male protested weakly. It wasn't a bad space. It was plenty big enough. To Quill rocks were cold and lifeless and that didn't spell out a den to him.

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