Redhawk Caldera You and I were fire, fire, fireworks

Soon the crying babe was met with the tiny, wet tongue of his sister lapping at his tears. This did soothe him for a moment... at least for as long as it took Wildfire to fall on top of him. His cries quieted to whimpers, and then muffled little puffs of air as his red-haired sister sprawled over him. She was smaller, and not quite heavy enough to suffocate him, though after about ten seconds, Nightjar had enough.

He opened his mouth wide and loosed a piercing, extremely not masculine scream and began to struggle beneath her, letting her (and everyone else) know that he was so over it.