Redhawk Caldera Hooooo, giiiirl

If Rosie was here, he would pick up the story where she left off and spin a vivid tail of dashing knights and cunning queens and beautiful princesses. Maybe he would tell a tale about a princess running away from her queen mother for one reason or another, and Alyx would relate to it and feel a little better. Maybe the story would be about princess sisters where one was golden and radiant and the other was grim and deflated. She could relate to that, too.

Speaking of the golden and radiant princess, Alyx grimaced when Meerkat materialized out the snow. The warm greeting did little to dispel the misgivings she had about her sister. She'd let the resentment build up too long for it to simply disappear with a smile, and already she'd projected even more onto Meerkat, so much so that she didn't return the warmth in any fashion.

Instead, with slitted eyes, she clutched at the dark heart of her jealousy and asked, why are you here?