Moonspear one night the clock struck twelve

Something halted in his peripheral—a dark figure he thought he recognized. A few more paces brought him to halt in the cover of shrubbery in which he peered through, but could not quite pick out the finer details of just who it was that watched him. He was certain it was Mira though. She had probably been able to outpace him and get ahead to try and spot him much in the way that he was trying to spot her.

Well, he decided he would see about that.

Altair crept forward as quietly as he could manage, knowing full and well that his sister knew his antics well enough to have begun to pinpoint what he was up to now. Getting the drop on her was a rather tricky thing and wasn’t entirely his goal in this endeavor. Getting close enough to stare her down, however, was completely within the realm of possibility.

And when he had reached the apex of such an event, he bristled.

In a hissing, hush tone: “Mira don’t you dare tell Mom. You can come.”

Maybe that would hush her, for now.

@Mira feel free to pop in whenever!