Blackfeather Woods In my field of paper flowers

It was strange to see her brother smile. It wasn't something one would expect from him - from any of the oreos, if Nyx was being honest with herself. Strange, how they didn't allow themselves to have fun in the moment very often. I do not want to see her at all. She partly joked, rolling her eyes with the smallest of smiles - puffing her cheeks out in a strangely cute manner.