Don't use the N word

I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees

She pats the space next to her again as he finally deflates, hoping maybe he would actually join her this time. ”Why do you think I’m doing this?” she says softly. Yes, she did want a bar. It suited her. But they both know why she’s really doing it. It is a far less dangerous daily job, one that doesn’t have her running out into the tundra every morning just to keep them alive. One that means she can actually be here, with Korbin. ”I actually intend to work, you know. Drink too, yes, but I’m not putting this all on you, little brother,” she adds, anticipating his thoughts. She may not be able to read minds magically, but she knew his well enough after all these years. Not everything changed.

He comes to join her, and she scoots herself closer and sits up, resting her head on his shoulder if he’ll let her. ”Gods, when did you get so tall? In my head you are always the little boy who used to shift into a raven and pop out from behind closed doors to scare the shit out of us. Sometimes I forget you grew up.” She doesn’t always see the man in front of her. Sometimes she forgets that he doesn’t need her now as he used to, or maybe she just hates that he doesn’t. Maybe a little of both.

”Is it so bad to make a few new friends? Caido is changing, and Mom would have told us to either change with it or wither away.” She knows he doesn’t really remember Straia, but she does, and she can only imagine what her mother would have gotten into by now with the portals opening. Hell, their mother would have ascended just to help open them faster, probably.

He reaches out to poke her, and she jerks out of the way with a giggle, though not before he’d stabbed her in the side with a long, spindly finger. She springs to her knees, hands up, ready to attack. ”Oh, do you want to start that game?” she says with a wicked little grin. He may be tall and grown, but she would still try to kick his ass.

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