Swiftcurrent Creek cake boss

She expressed regret and submission because she valued her sister's favor. Namely because Jökull was none too keen on being an overpowered outcast of the bunch. The biggest Sveijarn thrived on the connection they shared, even as it continued to bloom outside the womb. Really, Jökull felt she would be nothing were it not for her family. She did not want to blemish or – God forbid – sever this dependence of frost and flame. Maybe she was just...over analyzing things. After all, Maera's creation was an inedible dirt cake.

As the flame inspected her piece, Jökull sat haphazardly and waited. Maera sought to repair the damage the tyrannical Jökull wrought. While her own interests lied in activities outside of Maera's artistic (and adroit) cookery, she could not help but watch the cake become whole once more. There. All better. Maybe a little lopsided, but it was no less tantalizing...Jökull wanted to tackle it into nonexistence like before, but she knew that would upset sis.

Summoned, Jökull rose to her feet and waddled over to Maera. Dry dust caked her bum, but it did not bother her. What did bother her, however, was Maera's warning glare. Internalizing her upset, she gazed upon Maera's creation in all its delicious glory. Mommy will definitely eat this! By looks alone, it was appetizing...

Drawn into Maera's prod, Jökull faced her sister more fully and barked. Now was the time for play! Trying to nip Maera (anywhere would do), the gunmetal Sveijarn jerked away just as quickly, screaming, “Yous it!”