Brother O' mine

His paw raised to swipe at his skull, almost expecting there to be two small lumps at the top of his head like his sister’s but found only smooth bone. She asked how he was and he gave a small huff. “Grounded, how else would I be?” He asked rhetorically. He still envied his sister for having gone to the festival. “What about you? I bet you had a lot of fun.” He grumbled. He didn’t hate his sister, but he knew she disliked Winterfell, sadly they disagreed on that point, but some part of him that was her brother kept him from hating her for any reason.

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