04-26-2020, 04:17 PM
Being born into a large family had its perks, the first one being that she was never bored. Between her older siblings and her twin sister, Panda was rarely at a loss for things to do. This made things easy on her parents (or she likes to think so, anyway), in the sense that their children could often entertain themselves, usually without ever having to leave Sylva. Panda also liked to think that her mother was completely oblivious to the things her children did in this eternally autumn wood, because she was still young enough to think they were actually capable of getting away with anything.
Today, she was watching her older brother Larry show her something he claimed was ‘really cool’. Whether or not it was cool remained to be seen, and she had already let him know dubiously that she would be the judge of that. There wasn’t much that impressed her, even at this young age, but truthfully even if what he did was cool she definitely wasn’t going to tell him that it was.
She is laying on the ground in a pile of bright colored leaves, and the frosted swirls across her peach-colored back glowed faintly as she stared at her older brother. He screams dramatically before shattering into a million pieces, flitting away on fairy dust, before eventually reappearing.
She doesn’t want to admit that that was pretty cool, and she is maybe a little bit jealous that she didn’t inherit any of their parents actually useful gifts, like mind reading, or fire-breathing. Then there were her siblings like Lilt who had almost everything and let it all go to waste.
With a loud sigh she rolls onto her side, rubbing against the ground until her cream-colored mane is full of leaves and twigs. “You know what I think?” She says thoughtfully as she props herself up again, looking up at her brother seriously. “I think if you want to be really authentic, you will just have to actually blow yourself up.”
Today, she was watching her older brother Larry show her something he claimed was ‘really cool’. Whether or not it was cool remained to be seen, and she had already let him know dubiously that she would be the judge of that. There wasn’t much that impressed her, even at this young age, but truthfully even if what he did was cool she definitely wasn’t going to tell him that it was.
She is laying on the ground in a pile of bright colored leaves, and the frosted swirls across her peach-colored back glowed faintly as she stared at her older brother. He screams dramatically before shattering into a million pieces, flitting away on fairy dust, before eventually reappearing.
She doesn’t want to admit that that was pretty cool, and she is maybe a little bit jealous that she didn’t inherit any of their parents actually useful gifts, like mind reading, or fire-breathing. Then there were her siblings like Lilt who had almost everything and let it all go to waste.
With a loud sigh she rolls onto her side, rubbing against the ground until her cream-colored mane is full of leaves and twigs. “You know what I think?” She says thoughtfully as she props herself up again, looking up at her brother seriously. “I think if you want to be really authentic, you will just have to actually blow yourself up.”
pandemonium.