The invitation—or was it a challenge?—hung heavy in the night air, calling him to prove himself. His brother’s smirk was one of pure mischief, daring him without a second of hesitation.
"Fun, huh?" Iska whispered to himself, his turquoise eyes following the path Citadel had taken. A surge of exhilaration raced through him, silencing any lingering thoughts of caution or their mother’s inevitable reprimand. He shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. If Citadel thought he could just run off without him, he’d soon learn otherwise.
Without another beat, Iska slipped into the shadows, moving quietly but quickly to catch up. The air was cool, each breath sharp and invigorating. As he approached his brother’s side, Iska shot him a sly look, a fang poking out as he did so.
"Didn’t think you’d shake me that easily, did you?" he muttered, barely above a whisper, but with an undeniable pride in his tone. Nevermind convincing, he was eager to see just what his brother got up to for once.
