The 59 Sound

*Warja* · 08-10-2014, 07:00 PM

Warja harrumphed but refused to say more on the matter. Her mother had followed her, she was sure of it. She wasn't sure what to think of that. If the tables were turned, the yearling would probably be guilty of doing the same, but still, it didn't sit well with her.

It was a betrayal, she decided, and as that knowledge sunk in Warja's mouth filled with a bitter taste. It was a betrayal of trust. That her mother had decided to follow her spoke volumes as to what she thought of their relationship. Did she not trust her? Did she think her daughter wasn't capable of making sound decisions? To herself, Warja shook her head. "This is Kismet," she said, going with the obligatory introductions. "And this, as I'm sure you've figured out," Warja's eyes were on Kismet now, "Is my mother."

Oh, good gods, now who was approaching? Warja's eyes tracked the nearing figure. All too soon it became clear. Who other than her brother was waltzing up? Where was the rest of her family? They may as well join and make a party of it. He spoke, demanding an answer in a tone that suggested he had some amount of say in the situation. Warja harrumphed at him too. "We're having a party," she said dryly, "So glad you could join us."

His next words about sent Warja up the wall. If he was hoping for a reaction, Eirik would be pleased, because he got one. The yearling's ears flattened and she fixed him with a glare filled with enough venom to kill a small animal. The look was for his eyes only and the message was clear: shut up! "Yes," she said tartly, "This is Kismet. He's from old Valhalla," she explained, hoping that would sate her brother.

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