For a Sister

She wasn’t sure if he was feigning confusion or not, the way his expression shifted as she returned his attention made her wonder. There was a nagging feeling at the back of her mind but she was much too focused on her task to give it any more attention. She was passionate about her family and even more so the yearling would do anything to help preserve the memory of her mother. She was much too occupied on getting Motif’s feather or reigning down hell on whoever tried to keep it from her.

He seemed intimidated at first, taking one tentative step back as Poem surged forward. He was quite a bit younger than she was and obviously did not have the world experience of the older Destruction. He was obviously Sirius’s son and she tried not to let herself enjoy the fact that she was about to take him on. He returned her accusatory tone but she couldn’t help but think the boy was only mirroring her. Maybe he didn’t quite understand the transgressions that he had done, but he certainly didn’t know her.

The boy looked like he was putting on a brave face, but he did belong to the warlord and she had no doubt he was taking after his father. He would be just as impressive as the big wolf one day, but for now he was shorter and she had a better chance of beating him. ”Give it back.” She growled as she encroached further on his personal space. He was going to give her the feather or she was going to have a go at him, and she wouldn’t let him forget it.