A PAIR OF FROZEN HANDS TO HOLD
01-16-2015, 07:32 PM
It wasnt until she heard the wails of her younger sibling that she would break from her course. A brow would lift at the dramatic words of her sister. Surely the girl was not dying, or she wouldn't be yelling about it. With a sigh she would seek the girl out, finding her in a heap near a tree. Bark lay at her grey paws, the evidence of her massacre against an unsuspecting tree. I highly doubt you are dying. Verdant gaze swept across her younger sisters form, seeing no signs of imminent death. She would come to stand beside the girl, towering over her much smaller form, it already appeared that the girl would not gain any of their fathers height like Aster had, or herself. Her crown would lower, nostrils quivering, but it was an attempt to better look at the girl.
Having a sense of humor, she would inquire about her sisters earlier proclamation. But, why are you dying? She tried not to smile, or laugh for that matter, but it really was funny. Her little sister, the terrorist out of all of them, thought she was dying. It was almost to much to ask that she keep a straight face. The corners of her lips would twitch in a faint smirk.
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