Can You Be My Floaties?

Walk | Talk | Think

It was such a relief to the elder sister when Lior promised herself not to make a repeat of the frightful events that had taken place that night. Once was plenty. And not only that, who was to say Anais would have been there to act so quickly the second time? It was just too dicey, too dangerous, and neither of them wanted to be the one explaining what had happened to their parents. Already a new worry was beginning to creep up on the grey-gold girl where she lay, closing her eyes with her younger sister still hugged tight beneath her chin. Would they have to tell mom? Nothing too terribly bad had happened. Lior was still well if not a little frightened of the water, as well she should be at this point. She could not imagine her excitable mother taking this news well.

She had made her decision to keep the events a secret but even as she was finalizing the thought Lior was speaking, the quiet words taking a moment to break through her reverie and delaying her answer slightly. "Love you too." She had no time to make her suggestion as her sister suddenly lifted her head, nearly hitting the elder sister's chin had she not lifted her own head in time, while wishing to be able to spend more time together the following day. Even as she finished her question, however, she was already lowering her head again, settling into the place she had been drawn into against Anais. It was like she had used up every last bit of energy in her body during her scare in the lake, and there was nothing left to get her through this conversation let alone to get her back to bed.

Maybe she could get away with telling Mom that Lior had decided to spend the night in her den, that way she need not risk waking up her parents trying to get the pup back into the spot she should have been in all this time. Yeah, that could work. "Sure, Lior," she answered with a warm smile, lifting her head enough to peer down at the quickly fading youngster. She doubted she could get her up even if she tried. Turning her muzzle, Anais grabbed the scruff of her sibling's neck and hefted her up as she got to her paws. Goodness, she was sure growing fast. Carrying the youngster, she set off for the den, hoping to make the both of them comfortable there to sleep until morning came and nosy parents started asking questions.

-Exit Anais and Lior-