the curtains are twitchin'

Kali could hear an intriguing, but mostly concerning, crackling sound coming from behind her. Dread filled her chest and her head turned sharply to catch her patchy brother come trotting toward them, an on fire stick clenched in his jaws. She let out an exasperated sigh at his antics, but in no time she could see the pale form of her mother came into view. Recluse to the rescue! As expected, the Seraphim was quick to pull the branch from him and extinguish it into the dirt, giving her sibling a scolding, to which she gave a contented smirk.

The attention was shifted to her and her tail gave a wag, the girl leaning into her mother’s preening with a happy yip. However, her tail quickly slowed when she, too, was scolded. Her lips pushed into a pout and her head lowered bashfully. “Yes, momma,” she said. Then, it was all business and the girl sat herself down next to her mother’s paws obediently. She watched the interaction, soaking in all the information she could with hyperfocus, her bi-colored eyes gleaming with intrigue.