Oh the places you'll go
She didn't usually keep secrets, and when she did, they wouldn't remain secret for long. That was the main problem with her siblings - they liked to dob on her. It was no fun mucking around when there were consequences looming inevitably ahead of her. Sometimes she'd try to shush them and threaten if angered to the point - anything to prevent them from opening their mouths, bound to spill the truth. At this point, she hadn't ever gotten away with anything naughty, because when adults were around, she was a goner. Lying never seemed to work, especially when she had annoying siblings screaming the opposite side of the story. After demanding for an apology, the adults would tell her to stop misbehaving, which she just couldn't do. No name-calling? No crying for attention? No being an absolute nuisance? That wasn't possible; all the fun would be drained out, and Zephyra liked to think of herself as a fun individual, even if she was the only one who shared this opinion.
She whispered into the woman's ear, who had lowered to become level with the smaller canine. "A secret secret." Very descriptive indeed. "If Uncle Spencer found out I was being naughty, you know what he'd say?" Then she puffed out her chest, trying to intimidate her best masculine voice, with words stern and scolding like her uncle always displayed. "Zeph, enough. Apologise." A smirk tugged at her lips, quite smug with her impression. The sudden urge to try out her sister's voice boiled beneath her, imagining how funny she would sound, but found the secret matter of higher importance. It was the difference between getting in trouble and getting away with it. "So keep a secret? Don't tell anyone I went this far." She wasn't one for the whole act of cuteness, though decided this was a desperate time, which called for desperate measures. Her head tipped slightly to the side as her crimson eyes enlarged - hopefully an adorable look. Then again, what was so adorable about green?
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