Silverlight Terrace this is how we dance

First he began by giving her sister poor advice. There was purpose to life: it was to conquer. She did not wish to have him place such... disappointing ideas in the empty head of 'Minty', as she had recently taken to calling herself. Then he called her baby- was that a pet name? The fur rose along the shadow's spine, and she wished to cover her sister's ears and pull her away from this braincell-killer before he got to her. Instead, she was introduced against her will. 

She doesn't really talk much.

A moment of cool silence. I do not. She agreed. Then her lips rose into a silent snarl as she bared her front teeth, a light warning to the boy who she did not trust. He had had a moment to prove himself; had instead called her sister a pet name and planted useless words in her head. You should go. She breathed, eyes flashing like an escaped murderer.