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She cleared her throat, giving a short curtsy and a dip of her head. "I am Brenna, I'm a hellhound~." She beamed the happiest smile before skipping a bits away from the boil.

Being ushered from the stream of students, it was like being picked off from a herd by a predator and yet, she could careless! She was happy to just be on the campus! It was this age that her brother did so she felt it was within her power to do the same; to experience the world outside of the estate. The Amityville school had a lot to offer from what she heard and her brother was enjoying herself and he was a stick in the mud. Imagine how much she could have! Bounding from side to side, she tried her best to stick beside or behind the boil.

But she couldn't. Nope.

"Wow! This place is so big!" She threw her arms out like an air plan and ran in circular patterns while waiting for her guide to catch up. She clearly doesn't understand how this works.

Her brows raised to her hairline, if one could see beyond her bangs, as she gave a wide grin. "So you're a hellhound, too? I figured as much, I could smell it on you. You smell like one and like meat, salty, and burnt." She giggled politely as she bambled around the area, hopping onto benches and looking at the layout with a more hands-on approach. Her eyes wide with things she has never seen before, which happened to be everything.

"Don't you worry, I am sure I can find you again if I do!" She stuck her tongue out at the disciplinary gesture. It was certainly the softest and innocent disciplinary gesture she has every experienced in her entire life, so it was greatly appreciated. New experience mentally recorded! She cocked her head to the side at the comment, taking a glance over her shoulder and everywhere. This was a campus of students and learning, so there had to be areas that guests could not go until they were students themselves, but even then, there would be restricted areas. She smiled at the boil's gesture.

"Sounds like a great idea!" She answered as she made rather awkwardly wide steps beside/along the boil. "I just have a special request for you after we're done. Think you can manage to enjoy my presence a bit longer afterwards?" She winked.

She giggled, giving him a friendly wink, bending at the waist with hands laced behind her playfully. She smiled wide. "It works on you, I know you shower because you seem like you like to be around some people. Wouldn't work out too well if you didn't smell good, right? Well, I suppose there are some out there who'd enjoy that." Brenna stood upright, bringing a daint finger to her chin with a thoughtful expression, thinking to herself. Her lips twitched. "Probably the Undead."

The hellhound wagged her finger with a soft 'uh-ah' before skipping away with a slight twist in her hops, her soft, wavy hair bouncing with each impact. "That's a secret~ We might not even have to look for him if we find him on the tour."

Her tail wagged softly behind her as she meandered around the boil with the utmost excitement in her honey eyes. "So where does everyone live?"

She 'ooo'd and 'aw'd as he pointed at each of the buildings of learning, the next seeming so much bigger than the last one that they had passed, unable to contain her excite as she squealed and hopped up and down. She was extremely animated. "That is so neat! Unlike me, I have to learn finances, diplomacy, dance, music, etiquette, and other silly things. These subjects sound a lot more fun; scaring, FEAR, potions." She paused briefly, looking hard at the gym. She sniffed with eyes closed. Her tail twitched. It smelled like water and sweat, heavily of body odor of many individuals that stung, but still she pressed through. She sighed softly. It had been too long, almost a year and she felt like she had forgotten.

"I don't know, he knew I was coming today and I know he would have been there immediately when the gates opened." She whined softly, pressing her finger tips together, her ears falling flat against her hair, looking up with wide, honey eyes. Her eyes followed his gestures to the dorms, specifically the demon dorms. "So those are the dorms. I suppose we can't go in there just yet. It's fine if we can, we don't have to. Can demons go to monster dorms and vice versa? That puts a huge damper on making friends. Mmmmm, I don't have a lot so if I come here, I want to be able to hang out with people."

She gave a glance, noticing that he was rubbing his temple. Was she bothering him? Oh no! She was talking too much again! She would have been scolded for that any other time, but there was no one around to do that. That was one of the big rules of diplomacy! Do not upset your client. Client, that was a strange word.

"Oh, hehe, I bet that was why he was late to the gate, he was too busy with his minipets." She cooed. She perked up, grabbing at his hand, pulling at him. "I have an idea! What if he's still at the gate, waiting for me? Oh I bet that's it, he wouldn't stand me up! Oh, I could just blame you for stealing me."

"Sit up straight, brush your hair, cross your legs at the ankle, don't slouch, and such nonsense. I don't get me wrong, I totally understand what my family is trying to, wanting me to be respected and what not, but come on! I'm only 15, what do they expect me to do?" Throwing her arms into the air, she laughed. She was glad that it wasn't just her family that put their kids through such silly teachings with tutors and lectures. It was quite silly. "That is why we're here, right? To get a better understanding of the world around us? To learn things we can't learn at home?" It was rhetorical.

"Good! Because monsters are awesome! Rawr!" She roared as she zoomed about again. Suddenly, she stopped, turning to the green-eared boil with flattened ears. "Oh... that was probably insensitive, my apologizes. I know it doesn't mean much, but my father was a monster."

"But I am a lady, why would a lady steal a boy? Oh no, you were far too charming and I was lured away from the safety of my numbers and you took your chance to pick off the stray." She feigned a faint with a giggle when suddenly she stopped, ears perked up as well as her head, her eyes scanning quickly. She smiled wide as she darted off toward the gate, disappearing into the crowd of people briefly before re-emerging in the arms of a large boil, wrapped around the waist. The two chuckled and laughed, nuzzling one another, their attention on another as they returned to the green-eared boy. "I found him! I found him! See, I told you he was here!" She pushed away from the big boil's chest, landing lightly, brushing off her skirt.

"Damien, Damien, this is Uru'baen!"

The demon boil looked from his sister, finally, onto the boil in front of him and his smiling face quickly became a tight-lipped scowl, his ears going out to the side. Brows knitted together, furrowed as he looked the individual over again. He could smell him - Damien - on Brenna. That was enough for him to subtly reach an arm around her shoulder.

The tiny girl reached up, patting at the demon's cheek. "You still have your hair dyed? You're still silly, you know."

He huffed a noncommittal grunt, but his eyes remained on the green-eared boy. "Damien. It's been a while."

"I waited for you." Uru deadpanned, his arms falling to his side.

"I didn't expect you to be late, brother! You let this boil steal me away and he gave me the tour of the campus, you know, the one thing you said you'd do with me whenever I got here. So what were you doing that was so important that you didn't meet me?" She questioned, her scowl was hardly intimidating... and yet she was. Her brother's ears fell back, his eyes averting away as he sunk a bit into himself. She cocked a brow and a tilt of the head, pressing for an answer. It was something their mother did...

"I was asleep."

"OH, you were asleep, okay, that's totally fine. Isn't that fine, Damien?" She inquired over her shoulder. "You are lucky, brother, or I'd make your face even by adding another scar over your other eye!"

Uru exasperated her name as he seemed to sag at her threat and onslaught, because, seriously, he didn't deserve it. He was wiped the other day, sure it might have been his fault, but he enjoyed pushing himself. He enjoyed the feeling of the burn of exercise. He just got carried away was all... And the only reason she managed to give him the scar in the first place was because she knew he'd never hurt her.

They glanced over their shoulder briefly to the other hellhound present, glaring him down. "You. Stay." They said in unison.

"Give him one."

"No."

"Give him one."

"They're mine."

"Give him one! And give me one! I know you have them in there, so stop being such a grump puss and share!" She stomped her foot with a very unintimidating face, it was more of a childish behavior. But it worked. Rolling his eyes, Uru reached up into his scarf retrieving three small bone-like cookies, proffering them to his sister. With a gleeful cheer, she hopped over to the other hellhound and offered it. "See, if you know my brother, you can get him to do just about anything."

"Brenna." Uru spoke, threateningly knowing what was to come.

"This one time, I totally got him in trouble because he thought that sneaking into the kitchen in the middle of the night was the best idea when I wanted Eye Scream. He isn't exactly as subtle as he thinks he is." Uru was already rubbing his temples, but his face showed no signs of anger or dislike for his sister. Nope. Never. "All I had to do was fake a belly ache and off he went, stomping down the hall and the stairs~"

"Damien does not want to hear about me. Today is suppose to be your day to visit the campus. It's only for two days, so we should make it worth it."

Clearly, he wasn't the one who wore the pants in their relationship.

"That is a good possibility." She replied to the monster, ignoring her brother's 'It is'. Nibbling on the small cookie, the young female stood between the two boys, giving glances between them. Apparently knowing one another, she was surprised really since her brother was very sweet to her, but was only a grump toward their mother and uncle. Even to the staff of the estate, he was polite and courteous. So was he like this everywhere? "Hey, Damien, is my brother always like this?" Brenna questioned, gesturing to the large boil with a half eaten cookie.

"Hah! I could hear him from my room; storming down the hall and the stairs into the kitchen, pretty sure he bumped into a chair or something and knocked over some pans. Woke up my mother and then there was screaming and yelling about being up past midnight and eating junk at such a time." Brenna's tail swished idly behind her as she rocked on the balls of her feet happily, retelling stories of her past with her brother. It was probably the happier memories she had, choosing to live among them than let the bad ones affect her in any way. "But... he did bring me a bowl of eye scream the next day."


Uru seemed to be watching his sister more than Damien, his eyes much softer than his usual cold glares. If it were not for his scarf and height, many would not seen the smile. He was already fishing into his scarf for another cookie as his sister retold the story. He recalled sneaking into the kitchen, but it was a staff member that he had startled that flailed into the pots and pans, knocking them off the counter. He had ushered the servant back to the quarters when he heard footsteps above them. He took the blame.