Whitefish River if you're listenin', sing it back

Were it not for Spica and her rallying cries, her own boredom probably would have readily moved on to tiredness as soon as she had nothing else to immediately do except volley with her sister or whatever else. Buuut, interest in anything her twin might find to get into kept her going for now, if not a few paces behind. Syrma picked up that pace when she heard Spica say what'sat, though; that was enough to urge her on towards her brothers, too, with big wide eyes and ears up tall.

But.. oh, she had sidled up beside Spica and prompted frowned when she saw that it was just some smashed up plants and her brothers (one of which was dirty, the other with his stinky stick). Unimpressed, she sat herself down with a huff and watched to see what they would have to say now over her sister's shoulders, of course.