'Cause my love is mine, all mine

The traitorous flower paid for its slight against her nose. The sneeze had hurt a good bit, actually. As she stared at the crumpled plant below her toes she wondered if she should take one of the non-crushed ones back to mother upon her return. Maybe ma will like it. But Barghest’s brief anger, as miniscule as it was at her age, earned her a laugh from a source she was shocked to see had probably been trailing behind her the whole time. Well, That or he was magic- but it was rather easy to sneak up on a child her age. Her small ears pinned back for a moment as she jumped to round on the intrusion to her exploration, stumbling a bit on the landing when her eyes fell on the imposing form of one of the older siblings that visited from time to time. Her aqua eyes, to which he shared the color of in his own gaze, focused on Rev-reva-something as he teased her; the toothy grin he flashed subtly mirrored on her childish face as she piped up. “What’sa badass?” The girl, as close in resemblance to their mother without being a tried and true copy, echoed his word back to him; genuinely curious as to what it meant.

She ambled towards him, excited to be in the presence of her elder brother. Mother loved them very much, and in turn Estie was quick to express that in the happy sparkle of her eyes. She was young, and did not know hardship or peril; so it was easy to be cheerful with simple things like attention. “Y’think mama would want a flower? I didn’t like that one, though. So not that one.” She craned her skull back and shot as venomous a look as she could at the crumpled, sad flower on the ground. It’s only crime being too pretty not to smell.
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