Sunspire Mountains now it's just the rubber burns peeling out behind the wheel

No fear reflected in her gaze as she stole a curious glance to her aokkatti. Echelon did not care for being loathed over, but knew this was always apart of how things were. Perhaps moreover, she didn't understand part of this lording over; it lingered, as though something about Tonravik was distracted and absent from the present. A handful of weeks separated them in age, though whether they were closer together in age or further apart than Echelon felt was lost to memory. Tonravik had always been the larger one and now, it seemed that she was the first one who came into maturity.

Slicking her ears back as she shuffled away lowly from her aokkatti, Echelon chose a spot not far off to give her privacy. She sat with her back to her, this time undeniably hurt that her game hadn't been better received. A little lording over her was typical, but this? She couldn't have recalled the last time that she felt Tonravik was genuinely irate with her, rejecting her company with nothing more than a snarl. Not unlike a spoiled brat, the inky Phase huffed a plume of hot air into the cool sky of the mountains.