Morana sighed when she saw her sister shaking. As much as she loved fucking with Lisbeth, she knew when she was taking it too far.
She stepped up behind Lisbeth and wrapped her arms around her sister. "Hey, it's okay. No more apples. We'll find another way to make Frey happy."
After Lisbeth stopped shaking, Morana said, "How about peaches? Frey loves peaches, right? You can shoot one of those off my head."
She snickered, but she could tell her sister didn't think it was funny. She sighed, giving Lisbeth another tight squeeze. "Fine, fine. We'll do something else. But it needs to be something challenging."
She took her sister's hand and led her further into the park, looking around for something to challenge her sister. Eventually, she found it.
"Here," she said. The apple was lost, so she scooped an acorn off the ground. She stepped over to a tall stone statue, depicting some hero of Stormbreak's past. He sat on a horse that reared up on its hind legs, the hero's sword raised up high, easily fifteen or twenty feet above the ground.
Morana popped the acorn into her mouth, then fluidly shifted into the shape of an anaconda. She slithered up the statue, coiling around it until she had climbed all the way to the top. She coiled her length along the hero's arm, until her head was level with the height of the blade.
She shifted back, her feet now perched on the statue's arm. She wobbled, nowhere near as graceful in this form. She wrapped one arm around the statue's sword, glad that it wasn't actually sharp. With her other hand, she reached up and perched the acorn right on the tip of the sword. She had to push it down a bit until the tip of the blade pierced into the acorn, splitting the acorn nearly in half. But she got it to stay.
She shifted back into anaconda form to safely descend, then turned back once more when she was by Lisbeth's side.
"Hit that," she said, the challenge clear in her tone.
She stepped up behind Lisbeth and wrapped her arms around her sister. "Hey, it's okay. No more apples. We'll find another way to make Frey happy."
After Lisbeth stopped shaking, Morana said, "How about peaches? Frey loves peaches, right? You can shoot one of those off my head."
She snickered, but she could tell her sister didn't think it was funny. She sighed, giving Lisbeth another tight squeeze. "Fine, fine. We'll do something else. But it needs to be something challenging."
She took her sister's hand and led her further into the park, looking around for something to challenge her sister. Eventually, she found it.
"Here," she said. The apple was lost, so she scooped an acorn off the ground. She stepped over to a tall stone statue, depicting some hero of Stormbreak's past. He sat on a horse that reared up on its hind legs, the hero's sword raised up high, easily fifteen or twenty feet above the ground.
Morana popped the acorn into her mouth, then fluidly shifted into the shape of an anaconda. She slithered up the statue, coiling around it until she had climbed all the way to the top. She coiled her length along the hero's arm, until her head was level with the height of the blade.
She shifted back, her feet now perched on the statue's arm. She wobbled, nowhere near as graceful in this form. She wrapped one arm around the statue's sword, glad that it wasn't actually sharp. With her other hand, she reached up and perched the acorn right on the tip of the sword. She had to push it down a bit until the tip of the blade pierced into the acorn, splitting the acorn nearly in half. But she got it to stay.
She shifted back into anaconda form to safely descend, then turned back once more when she was by Lisbeth's side.
"Hit that," she said, the challenge clear in her tone.
