Twin Intuition

Saracyn was glad to hear that there would be a feast. Events always had a feast. It was known. At least if there were no other events that were interesting to him, he could eat his weight in meat and slip into a food coma for the rest of the festival. "Good. I guess it's kind of expected for us to feed the guests," he quipped back with a smirk. A kind and generous host, Saracyn was not, but that's also why he wasn't in charge of coordinating this affair. He knew where his strengths lay, and playing diplomat was not one of them. Avacyn began to list off the events she'd planned out, and they all sounded dreadfully boring to the crimson brute, who scowled at the idea of a treasure hunt. "I guess the fishing content sounds okay," he remarked. He quite enjoyed fishing, so at least he'd be able to do something besides eat. Then, kind and thoughtful as ever, Ava looked up at him and offered to organize a fighting tournament just for him if he wanted it. Icy cobalt eyes turned to meet his twin's obsidian gaze with a toothy grin of his own. "If there ever comes a day when I turn down a chance to get bloody, promise me you'll put me down like a sick animal. I don't wanna make more work for you just so I can sink my teeth into someone. I can just start a brawl at the feast or something."  

With their combined efforts, it didn't take much time before the twins had finished the race track. Saracyn stepped back and admired their work with an approving nod. "Nice. No way anyone can fuck that up now." He shot a roguish grin back to his sibling before glancing to where she suggested they set up a tent for the feast. "That makes sense." Considering their options for erecting the tent, Sara slipped beneath the racetrack stanchions and began to inspect the area. The ground was soft enough, so digging the holes for the tent poles seemed easy enough. "I vote for holes. It'll make the tent more secure, just in case the weather decides it wants to be extra windy or something. We can fill the holes in with rocks for extra stability too." Giving a tousle of his thick coat, Sara shot a proud smirk to his littler sister and puffed out his chest, trying to make himself look even more manly. "You just tell me where you want the holes and I'll start digging, boss."

"Saracyn Mendacium"