Five, Six, Pickup Sticks

He stuck his tongue out at his sister as she showed him attitude. “Are you making a doll?” He asked her, waving a stick around. “A teeny tiny training dummy for a teeny tiny pup?” He asked, a note of teasing creeping into his voice. When she finally pointed him in the right direction, his expression broke into a grin. He used his maw to toss a stick her way. “Ohhh… that festival.” He said, enjoying needling her.

He chuckled a couple sticks in the bag before he got distracted again. “A beaver, what's that?” He asked, raising his head and looking in the general direction where the scent of water originated. He snuck a glance at his sister, wondering if he would get away with taking a look. Or if she would lecture him again.


"Ciaran Carpathius"