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05-31-2017, 03:31 PM
O T E M
The girl watches her brother rise and fall. She doesn't flinch as his dark body flops back down next to her, although a small sneeze forces itself from her nose as sand and dust fly away from the force of his impact. Her tiny ears pin for a moment as her brother grunts his displeasure, and she too looks to the adults demanding that they do something about this.
However neither seem to be moving.
Perhaps this is something that they're meant to do alone.
"Mm." The girl murmers towards her brother, shuffling towards his lava-bleeding side. She presses her own shoulder against his, tiny wing reaching out as if trying to hold onto him with it. This of course is useless as her wings are too small and without muscle to do much good, but still, she drapes it over him none the less. Nudging him gently, she leans against him. From watching her mother lean against her father, she's gotten an idea. If they lean against each other, hopefully they'll avoid the fate that pulled her brother back to the ground so many times already.
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