Don't Ask Too Much

She could have laughed at the way her sister stumbled with the bottle, but she expected it. Instead she threw a little scoff as Mariah had suggested this wasn’t her best course of actions. She could have her opinions, Fia wasn’t really bothered by that. But still, "Good luck policing me." She spoke in a bit of a sarcastic tone, but still in some kind of harsh way. It was weird that she may have considered this an effort to get to know her sister, hang around her. Even though Mariah was the one who was tagging along really. It was an odd way of showing affection to her family.

She wasn’t intent on staring her sister down as she took the wine, she actually thought she may have had some before despite the weakness that plagued her at birth. She huffed a small laugh as she briefly saw her sister taste the wine, with a bit of a face Fia remembered clearly herself the first time she ever tried. "Come on," she offered before walking off a little further, "We can settle somewhere for a bit before we head home." How much trouble would she be in if she brought her younger ailed sister home drunk? She wouldn’t see it as her problem. Just a little fun.

Nothing fancy but she’d make herself comfortable somewhere just outside of Elysium borders, welcoming her sister with the flash of her eyes beside her. "Anything new? Boy trouble? Saracyn trouble?" she joked while the last time she was home her and Saracyn had shared an equal annoyance about their new younger siblings. Fia wasn’t unreasonable, but she seemed right between both of her older siblings when it came to the not so new additions to their family. Fia wasn’t much of a pup girl herself and maybe that’s why she was trying to steer clear of the actual new additions to their family. She was also hurting deeply that she kept shoving down inside.

"Fiametta"