she's the bright hot sun in the cold night
she's the cold black darkness in the starlight
Today, Lynx was bored—
and if there was ever something she hated more, she couldn’t name it.
She sighed prettily as she crossed the streams of magma and water, the saltwater and brine splashing up her thin legs. She had seen Levi take his leave a while ago, and while she was not used to playing lapdog, she could think of no better pastime than seeing what he was up to. So she waited, staring at the horses that milled around the kingdom, before rolling her dual-colored eyes and following him here.
Levi may be quiet but his thoughts screamed at her, and he was not difficult to track.
By the time that she reached him though, her black and white coat was darkened with sweat, and, frankly, she was a little disgusted by it. Lip curling back, she walked up to him and bumped him over so that she could benefit from the shade of the tree as much as he. “Really, brother?” She sighed and rolled her shoulders. “Of all days to leave, you chose the hottest.” She sniffed delicately. “Sweat is so unbecoming.”
For a moment, she tilted her head his way and narrowed her eyes, filtering through his thoughts without much care. It wasn't like he didn’t know that she was going to read them. She snorted a little, amused by his momentary pang of loneliness, but in a rare show of what she perceived as kindness, she let it pass. He was, after all, her brother, and while she showed it in her own, albeit sharp, ways, she cared for him.
Loneliness was a weak emotion, and she wasn’t going to embarrass him for having it.
Or, worse, coddle such silly emotions.
He would grow up strong and tough, and she would see to it.
