Whitefish River Fairytale beginnings

Hmmm, well, with some time, and more further assurances that no one else was going to be immediately upset by this new company, Syrma eventually started to calm down, bit by bit. With Spica here, and their mom's gentle nudges, and the brothers completely snoozing through it.. she could really get the hint that this was nothing to raise a stink about, even with the strange mass so close; maybe he was just that good of company that no one was going to object, so Syrma slowly had to convince herself this too--or get too tired to really care one way or another who came by and sniffed at them...

Still, while the twin steadily settled, she was familiarizing slowly to his scent. One day she could really know who he was, and what part he might play in her greater scheme. Already he had done so much for them, even though none of it was within Syrma's understanding. For today, she decided to just it be despite all of her vague puppy skepticism, and watched the fuzzy shapes of the others until her eyelids got too heavy for her to fight with.

prob her last reply here but pp her freely if you wanna <3