Blackfeather Woods Bite me, banana man

what, exactly, was she doing.
to the boy, affection was a forge in notion. There was respect. There was fear. But the oddness, the tenderness that his spitfire of a sister expressed now was the oddest thing the boy had encountered. He was unease, though he hid it, and of half a mind to leave her. But his curiousity, the oddness that could become leverage should he employ it right, the affection that came from pain, had him abruptly clamp down his jaw with brutal quickness, wondering exactly what this unsettling oddness was. And that it may be a wise plan to leave rather quickly should this result poorly.