Shit fire and save the matches

Hyperion had nothing to say to his sister beyond the occasional evil cackle. Her attempts to get away were all mercilessly and smugly stymied. The little gremlin had all kinds of tricksy advantages so whenever necessary he had no problem using his size to his advantage. And right now was necessary. Hyperion had become aware of her hideout earlier in the night and well, honestly, he'd have come after her sooner if he hadn't been so busy coming in other ways. Now, his fun a happy memory and his jimmies rustled for the night, it was past time to flip the rock his sister had been hiding under and drag her out into the light. So to speak.

He knew right where to take her too so that she would have no choice but to not be a stick in the mud: the rest of their siblings.

Only once the others were in sight did Hyperion not fight Cicero's attempt to get away. He did, however, chase her when she ran off because why not, you know? That's just what big brothers did when their smaller sister ran off. It was like Cissy wanted to be chased. Any other day he probably would have caught her right quick, but he'd just about drunk himself under the wagon she'd been hiding in so the best he could muster after her was a wobbly jog.

He caught up when Cicero moved to hide behind Stjarna. Hyperion dropped into a play bow and gave Cicero a teasing look under Stjarna's belly. Oh, he was so going to get her if Star moved.