they won't know I'm missing 'til they pull me out the mystic

As soon as his eyes lifted, they landed upon a strikingly familiar face. Before he had time to process his sister's arrival and subsequent presence in these strange new lands, she was off on a tirade. Oh boy, here we go. “What, no greeting for your favourite sister?” she asked, her tone distinctly accusatory and expression expectant. Much as he would have liked to respond, his little sister was not finished berating him. “I travel all the way to this Boreas place or whatever, and then I still have to climb half a frozen mountain to find you? You really are trying to escape me, aren’t you. Stinky.” she grunted, coal dark features painted with a seething scowl. To onlookers, they would have seen an angry female who should be listened to for fear of death or maiming. Poe? He saw a pouting child that clearly needed some attention. A lopsided grin spread across the broad places of his face, adorned crown rising to gaze down his thick snout at her with exaggerated scrutiny.

"Last time I checked, my favourite sister was barely a lanky, gawky yearling. You must be mistaken, pipsqueak." he rumbled dubiously, quirking his own brow to match her theatrics. Scarlet accented facade schooled itself into a blank expression, feigning ignorance for the sake of the game. Taking a few steps closer, the distance between them vanished and he stared her in the eyes. Still playing up his assessment of his sister, that massive head lowered so they were nose to nose, amber eyes narrowed to inspect the delicate features of the girl he'd doted on for most of her young life. He'd been gone for nearly a year, and she'd grown into a beautiful young woman. He half expected to find a freshly minted husband trailing along behind her, long since browbeaten into submission by her sharp tongue and high standards. Breaching her personal space, the beast shoved his chilly nose into the plush for of her ruff, just below the sharp jut of her mandible, and took a few harried sniffs. "Hmm..." he mused as he pulled away, unable to keep that goofy grin form returning to his dark lips. "You know, I think you may be right. I do believe this is my favourite sister after all!" he announced, lifting a huge paw to wrap about her slender neck and pull her to his chest. She was small and slight, could easily slip out of his grasp if she wanted, but he was taking a great deal of joy in returning to their old games of harassing one another. Should she fall victim to the strong grip of his thick forelimb, he would seek to smooth his tongue over the top of her head, and possibly drool all over her while he was at it.

What were big brothers for, if not making your day just slightly horrible?

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