that's right, I got a crossbow
11-05-2014, 07:19 PM
With one last glare just for the sake of glaring, Lyon finally settled down. She nibbled his cheek fluff just because, making sure he wouldn't forget she was there. Sometimes she worried that he would forget she was there and roll over her or step on her, which probably wouldn't be very much fun. Of course, she would probably be able to deal with that, since she liked being around Lyon. Having a brother who didn't always want to wrestle and chew on her ears was nice. His rumbling demand that she needed to stop with the pranks earned a grumpy huff from the woman, who would very much rather he would just get over it. She had been joking around, it wasn't like she'd pushed him into a bear cave or something. Mud wasn't that bad, not since it was still pretty rainy. "Fine, but I'm not making promises." She grumbled, crown flopping back onto her brothers great shoulder in defeat. How much fun could she possibly have without being able to poke fun at Lyonovei? Her brows knit together as she stared at the wall just over his shoulder. Well this was a harrowing turn of events indeed. The dusky male's comment about happiness earned a dramatic eye roll from the steel babe. You're a vice. She thought sarcastically, but decided to save herself a possible cuff to the head by leaving that comment in her head. Her charcoal tail tip twitched, a thoughtless sign of her derisive thought. Her long, fluffy plume would be the death of her one day. After a few moments of silence, simply enjoying each others presence to the best of their abilities in their somewhat grumpy moods. Oh crap, I'm turning into Lyon now. She groaned internally. This was not good either. So lost in her musings over this realization, the silver dame nearly missed her brother's question. Her head jerked upward, hearing mostly the rise in tone as he ended his query. She blinked at him for a moment. Then the question reentered her head, and she chuckled. Sticking her tongue out to tease her brother, she let her banner thump against the masterpiece she'd created. She mimicked the expression her brother so often wore, not nearly as well as he did it, for a moment. "It's not a monstrosity, Lyon." She scolded him, acting offended. Then a taunting grin plastered itself onto her dark lips in it's place. "It looks nothing like your face!" She giggled. It was a clever diversion from the original query, as a magician never revealed her secrets. |