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Very content to bury her face in the grass, breath deep, and enjoy a good stretch and roll, she had begun to lower her guards when a sterling brother of hers came creeping to interrupt. She should have known, really, and should have bothered to mind for a few moments longer if she truly expected a clear pass at no interruptions. Dacio, and if not him, Sequoia, were always here or there or at least nearby when it came to the gold-tinted goufa's bubble. She was almost always in their company to some degree and it was usually quite how she wanted it to be; they meant familiarity, security, and a warm cozy spot just for her. But they also meant competition, and attitudes separate from her own that didn't always align perfectly with what she wanted or how she wanted it. Such was life, though, and oh the joys of siblings... Opalia, consumed with enjoying the grass, was seconds away from being an unsuspecting victim of one such joy.

When pancaked beneath the whole weight of her brother, she shrieked as any indignant little girl ought to. "AIEEHHH," she squealed. Surprised, then irritated, she tried to at least roll herself to be paws up at him. If not, she'd have to try   worming out of there somehow before he flattened her entirely, jeez, and of course she was quite happy to overreact about such disservice. She wasn't outweighed by very much or really even all that squished. The notion still stood however: "UGH," she rallied back with, kicking at him and trying to wiggle all around to unseat his flopped self.