More Weeds than Flowers

Just as she had located her next clump of weeds to pull, she was sent tumbling to the ground, landing softly in the flowerbed on her side beneath Ciaran's weight. No, it didn't hurt. The carefully tilled garden soil was quite cushy- but it was certainly surprising, and a muffled gasp escaped her lips in reflex. It took a moment for her to find recognition, but in the split second it took to register, she would recognize her brother's voice anywhere. For the weeds. Her narrowed pale gaze flashed in instant. "For the flowers, you traitor!" Talyssa wrinkled her nose for a moment, but she couldn't even pretend to be angry for long.

However, she wouldn't allow herself to be tackled to the ground like that without retaliation. The smaller girl quickly attempted to find hold in Ciaran's chest with her forearms to reorient herself to her back- all the while striking out with her hind legs in an effort to deliver a playful kick anywhere she could land one.