Lost Creek Hollow for you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not

sionnach’s aim left little to be desired — with a resounding smash and a smirk to follow, the girl inspected her handiwork.. only to be surprised her victim was still grinning. 

sionnach frowned, sneakily glancing towards Deshyr, who had yet to scold her for her sixteenth attempt to deliberately hurt something; maybe the older sibling was talking to terance about boring adult things — all sionnach knew in this moment was that she was free to do whatever she wanted to ash. 

she grinned maliciously, turning back to the little child in time to be head butted in the chest. ooof! the air was pushed out from her, and sionnach rose with a growl. you’re annoying, ash. she announced, giving an imperious wave of her tail in dismissal. she kept stealing glances to her older sister and terance, ensuring she was not being watched (read: ensuring she would not get caught.)

smiling rather innocently, sionnach decided they would play a game. slowly, she raised her paw (the self-same one that had hit him only moments prior) and tentatively waved it in front of ash’s head. stand still, sionnach commanded sweetly, then placing the paw (if allowed) gently on ash’s forehead. for a moment she seemed serenely quiet — and then her eyes flashed with mischief, and she shoved down as hard as she possibly could before darting off with a cackle.