I like that you're not nice to me, I love your heart of ice.

She giggled as she looked at the picture he drew, then looked back up at him again. “Accurate, you do look kind of droopy” She teased him. He wasn’t even remotely blue however, so she wondered what had compelled his parents to name him after them. She wondered if her own blue might have suited the name a little closer.

“Such beautiful, elegant names. For the most part.” She was quite happy to get in on that brother-teasing. She had siblings of her own, she knew how important it was. She shook her head, amused. Pushed past the thought of her mother and shoved it down as hard and as deep as it could go.

When he admitted to what she said, she playfully stamped on his paw. “If you're a God, you're the God of Blushing!” She warned him, not in the least but upset about the deception. She didn’t speak the language, and she would be disappointed if he didn’t use that to pull her tail a little.


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