Sleepy Fox Hollow spätjahr

Isa had spent much time with her fur in a ruffle after her latest run-in with her brother and the audacity of his statements. She wrinkled her nose when she heard her father call, rising as she immediately answered him, her own mission afoot as she sought to beat her brother at his own game.
 
“Vader.” She greeted, running a nose to bump at his shoulder. “Emmer said I don’t know nothin’.” What was a sibling’s love without a little tension, after all? “And he said he’d fight me but I don’t know how to fight.” And it pained her to admit. “He just kept laughing at me and it was awful.” The girl did not hesitate to drop all of her plights on him.