05-10-2020, 12:21 PM
Laia pranced like a fawn after her sister. Spring was well and truly on its way and she felt it in her bones and every muscle. Her legs were still too long for her body, her face caught between childish softness and grown angles, but today, as Loey had woke up reminding her, they were now a year old. So she was feeling rather grown up.
Her twin had a look in her eyes that her buckskin counterpart had long ago learned to recognize as the flicker of mischief. Laia stuck her pink tongue out thoughtfully, squinting at her draconic sister with a tinge of suspicion.
Dad had laughed when Locheed was born, called her a "throwback" and shook his head. Laia had been the expected one, the baby who'd taken after her parents and not a grandfather rarely spoken of. Clearly though, the dragon blood was strong, and Laia had admired her sister for as long as she'd recognized that no one messed with Loey.
"Mom and Dad won't be happy if they find out." She stated, pointlessly. Locheed knew that, and she was suggesting it anyway. Her pink nose wrinkled in feigned dismay. It was their birthday, and while she was sure their parents would have something nice planned for the evening, it was very tempting to have a little adventure before then.
A deep, dramatic, long suffering sigh rustled through her skinny chest. "I guessss we can," she agreed, as if the idea didn't excite her just as much. Casually she flipped her lengthening forelock from her eyes, a conspiritual grin lighting up her face. In a blink, she flashed from her sister's side to several yards away. "Come on! Last one to the border is a dead squirrel!" She called over her shoulder with a shrill giggle.
@[Locheed]
Her twin had a look in her eyes that her buckskin counterpart had long ago learned to recognize as the flicker of mischief. Laia stuck her pink tongue out thoughtfully, squinting at her draconic sister with a tinge of suspicion.
Dad had laughed when Locheed was born, called her a "throwback" and shook his head. Laia had been the expected one, the baby who'd taken after her parents and not a grandfather rarely spoken of. Clearly though, the dragon blood was strong, and Laia had admired her sister for as long as she'd recognized that no one messed with Loey.
"Mom and Dad won't be happy if they find out." She stated, pointlessly. Locheed knew that, and she was suggesting it anyway. Her pink nose wrinkled in feigned dismay. It was their birthday, and while she was sure their parents would have something nice planned for the evening, it was very tempting to have a little adventure before then.
A deep, dramatic, long suffering sigh rustled through her skinny chest. "I guessss we can," she agreed, as if the idea didn't excite her just as much. Casually she flipped her lengthening forelock from her eyes, a conspiritual grin lighting up her face. In a blink, she flashed from her sister's side to several yards away. "Come on! Last one to the border is a dead squirrel!" She called over her shoulder with a shrill giggle.
@[Locheed]