Just like old times

Sephi laughed as Ignatius did, finding her own vindictive pleasure in their situation. She got the sense that their reality no longer weighed as heavily on her as it did on her brother. Sure, it pissed her the hell off, but only because she seemed to be such a sore spot for the others around her back home. Which was ridiculous because anyone who knew her knew that she was obviously a complete fucking joy to be around. Luckily for her, pissing off the ignorant masses was also a treasured past time. "Well if you're going to be a King, I call dibs on head of the Kingsguard. I've been kicking ass in your name for long enough, might as well make it official." If she was being honest, the thought actually was pretty appealing.

She also knew that Ig really didn't want to lead squat. Maybe too bad for him though, because the more she thought about it the better that deal sounded. He could do the bureaucratic bullshit and she could revel in the spoils, and occasional chew on those who weren't on their level. She resolved to begin work on changing his mind.

He griped as she tickled his ear, which made her laugh all the more, even as Ig took a few swipes at her gut with his hind paws. She grunted as one landed just so, trying to mask the effectiveness of his lucky shot. "Oh, I'm a wimp, huh? Say it again, I dare ya," she boasted, curling her own hind paws up and sending out a few blind kicks in retaliation. "Be my guest, tell me your tale. I could use the help falling asleep!" In reality, even if she was too busy being a jerk to come out and say it, she really did want to know exactly what had happened to land them both in this situation. What had happened to her brother to force him out of their homeland and into exile? Sephi doubted very much that it would send her off snoozing, but she decided to save face, knowing that Iggy would tell her what she needed to know when he was ready.