Barrow Fields The interesting thing

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Whatever welcome she had been expecting, this had not been it. She sneered openly as her dark brother stared at her and spoke his dark humour. She was no fool; surely they both knew that. Yet Stjornuati did not defend her, for they had seen her young self in Stormhaven and knew her to be no wise creature.
They did not run her own, and this alone she took from her simple brother to mean a lame acceptance of her presence. Stjornuati said nothing. He nipped her again rather harshly on the neck. The pressure given from them both would see her bruised from several days. Strangely, rather than feeling malice for this treatment, it was comfortable and familiar. She had spent enough time having free reign.
This was a place of revision once again. She stood at attention as Solpallur and Stjornuati left here there. She followed where they were heading, not to intrude but only to stay near them at a respectful distance. They were together once more, whatever such a thing meant.