New Home (Frosts)
06-13-2014, 08:01 AM
Everest sighed again as her father spoke. He sounded as irritated as she did, but she tried not to look wounded by his sharp tone. She had to be the strongest sibling, the most mature and emotionally stable sibling. She couldn't let a few words from Loki scare her into a quivering ball of fur. The dark princess huffed a bit instead, casting her eyes downward but otherwise holding her posture high. Everest had always known that Imena was a temporary mother, but Aksel seemed to have a harder time understanding this. She frowned at his retreating figure and made a move to follow him when her father began to speak again. He seemed to solely address Helena, which didn't surprise her less enthusiastic sister. While Everest had to admit that she felt some motivation to please her father, she also did not want to become like her sister. Bubbly, adventurous, annoying Helena, always cuddling up to their father with that squeaky little voice. No, little Everest would gain the love of her father in a more respectful way.
She turned her head away for a moment to roll her eyes and then redirected that toxic stare to her brother. Clumsy black paws moved through the snow as she followed her brother. Already these things were unusual for her. On any other day, Everest wouldn't have bothered to turn her head away. She would have rolled her eyes in plain sight, uncaring of whether or not it hurt anyone else's feelings. On any other day, she would have let Aksel explore on his own. But maybe Everest could make a difference today. But she wouldn't make a habit of it, of course.
The pup shook some snow from her dark and majestic pelt, smiling arrogantly as she trotted over to her brother. She was genuinely glad that he was feeling better lately, but now he was sad and she would make it her duty to figure out why. Her lips pulled into a grin as she bumped her small body against his. "What's wrong, Aksel? Do you miss Imena?" She kept the satire out of her voice as she asked. Everest, for once, had managed to keep a friendly tone. "I miss her too, if that makes you feel better. It doesn't seem fair that we don't have a mommy."
The first part was a lie, she could care less about Imena. But she wanted to be friends with her brother, if that was possible. Mismatched ears flicked expectantly as she awaited a response from Aksel. They wandered in the direction he had chosen, abandoning the rest of their family to their own affairs.
Walk. "Talk." Think.