The Recipe

Kor slips into their teasing banter with ease, and Cutlass relishes in this time to just be young and stupid with his sister. it’s fun, it’s carefree, and it allows him to feel that elusive youth adults are always prattling on about. Las inclines his head at his sister’s point, a gesture of good-natured acquiescence. “you’ve got me there,” he agrees, grinning as she bats his antlers. yeah, as far as antlers go, his aren’t the most impressive - he’ll give her that. “maybe we ought to combine, Kor - be an unstoppable unit. they’d never see us coming.” the idea is so ridiculous that he scrunches his nose, snickering.

and then…a challenge. Las perks his ears, gaze sharpening with interest. he’s not very competitive, but Korona brings it out of him. besides, though he’s in it more for the fun of things, bragging rights never hurt. “those are dangerous words, Rona,” he teases. he gets up in her face, lifting his chin. “how about you prove it, then? up for a little race?”

"Cutlass Fallen"