Sawtooth Spire how to make a homemade mummy: get a corpse, get gauze, get comfy

if nothing else, he did manage to transcend phaedra’s patience a damn good amount.

her slow-motion suplex didn’t turn out as she hoped, as his heft was more than she expected from the self-pitying oliver twist (as if she hadn’t gone hours without milk before pffft, did the drama queen want a coronation ball too?). she had to think of another strategy, but there weren’t many things she could do about their new denmate. @Wylla was, for the time being, down for the count, and her brother was rarely useful in her ploys, and this child’s toffee-nosed regard of her was not getting him anywhere near more amiable climes. 

the essence of toddlerhood was like undistilled rum: it left a bad taste in your mouth and often made you want to throw up. young children were brats. it was their occupation, their profession, and underdeveloped minds such as theirs couldn’t reason like adults in confusing situations. the girl was no different. she woke up one morning with a routine and normal life and went to bed that evening with another seat at their dinner table and her world downside up. naturally, she was acting out.

she wanted things to go back to normal. she didn’t want to keep playing by herself in the garden, while ma wet-nursed this foundling. this baby that was younger than she was and demanded more of her parent’s attention; he drank milk that was hers and supplicated attention from parents that weren’t his! by the time the day was through, both adults were burned out, and the pale bairn was left feeling cast aside.

 she was frustrated. curiously, phaedra did not feel like crying, or running away, or mithering. instead, she felt anger burst open inside her, an overripe fruit. 

astraeus issued a sharp reprimand, and he instantly became a dartboard for her eyeful of daggers. she would have issued one right back if it weren't for her concern about getting herself in trouble by being too loud. rather, she skulked away looking thrawn and and ignored the thunder in her tummy, refusing to have supper alongside the aggressive little cowbird.