Whitefish River You'll never have to be alone

Often, it was hard to tell where they ended and began. Syrma shone at her happiest this way, though, near to her sister and content in their own little world--adventuring, romping about, playing games, her life was moving at her own pace, seemingly.

Between the sisters as a tumble of bodies, their present go of it had begun to steer them back towards Speedy's spot in the sun. When this half of the pair found herself with the chance to untangle from her sister's throes long enough, she was recovering well within pouncing distance of her mom, with none of her brothers in the immediate path to slow her down. That was probably not an opportunity she should pass on--Spica would understand.

Since she was already all riled up about everything in general, she messily got to her feet and aimed a big jump at the medic's rump, landing with a peal of giggles, then she only stopped long enough to nip as she sprawled all over her mom if she let her.