The Sunspire I could stay right here or disappear, and nobody'd even notice at all

Goldilocks, it turns out, had some pretty high standards and a pretty snotty attitude about it to boot. Things had to be just so. The puppy pile could be neither too soft nor too hard, her siblings neither exuding too much heat nor failing to warm her at all. She had to be able to move all of her limbs freely to feel like she wasn't being suffocated, but be close enough that she could sense the others with the finest, most sensitive hairs of her body. Picky, picky, picky.

Remi seemed to think so, too, for she beat a hasty retreat and left Wisp to her solitude. It didn't last very long, though; their baffled father made sure of that when he brushed the Wet Nasty-But-Nice across her scalp. Chills exploded down her spine and she whimpered in response, unsure whether to find it pleasant or uncomfortable. Suddenly Goldilocks changed her standards again, the fickle bitch, and reached out for Remi. Her inquisitive and touchy sibling, as much as she tended to cause a storm of feelings within Wisp, was definitely better than the Wet Nasty-But-Nice when she was feeling moody.