Twin Intuition

Even in his most foul and bitter of mood swings, Saracyn couldn't seem to maintain a hold on his turbulent adolescent emotions or anger whenever Avacyn was with him. He didn't know why, but something about his littler twin's presence just unwound him and made it easier for him to find peace. Ava gave him an exaggerated eye roll but agreed she couldn't argue about him being bigger, and Sara flashed a triumphant smile that showed off all of his razor sharp and jagged teeth. With a toss of her head and a simple command, Ava led the way she wanted him to go. Saracyn followed his twin back inland of the island until they arrived at the shore of Alias Lake, where the red-furred yearling saw a cluster of supplies his violet sister had already started to gather up. From a cursory look, he saw a pile of wooden stakes, some strips of leather and fabric, and some furs. Whatever Avacyn was planning, she was clearly much more innovative than he was. All he could see was a pile of junk.

Avacyn directed him to start helping by roping off a path for a footrace she had planned. "Got it." Sara nodded and followed her directions, gathering up the wooden stakes and driving two of them in at the indicated starting point, hammering them into the firm earth with strong paws. Ava pointed to another spot a short distance away, and Sara set to his singleminded task, heading over with his sister at his side and driving that stake into the ground as well before waiting for Avacyn to tie some of the leather between it and the starting point. Then they moved on to the next point in the trail, making a habit of him pounding a stake down and her attaching the guides to it. As they walked together, Saracyn would feel his twin's body lean into his gently, just like how their mother did with their father. Her soft fur brushed and mingled with his coarser fur in the process, leaving little tickling tingles where it touched his skin. He glanced down at her with an affectionate smile. Despite his own existential bitterness, he was very proud of his sister and loved her very much. Watching her thrive in her role as heir was a point of delight—then again, watching her at all was a delight to the young brute.

"So what have you got planned so far?" he asked while they worked, trying to make small talk while pounding down the stakes wherever Ava pointed him to. "A race sounds fun. I'm guessing some sort of feast too, right? Celebrations always have feasts." Part of him hoped she would have some sort of fighting tournament for him to enjoy. A race was fine and all, but the crimson lad was definitely more a fighter than a racer. Whatever Avacyn had planned out though, Sara had no doubt she'd execute it all flawlessly. She was flawless, after all.

"Saracyn Mendacium"