Northstar Vale Astéria

Antigone did not envy his sister as she sloshed into the water, soaking her coat up to her ankles and then nearly to her elbows. The young boy could feel his skin crawl if he imagined the sensation of it for himself. When she shrieked out, the red-hooded brother turned his head sharply toward the water. If something happened to his sister and he could not overcome his fear of the ick to save her, it would be his fault.

But Zulema emerged victorious.

Antigone’s mouth fell slightly. She had really caught a frog. His sister stood before him, bathed in mud and water, clasping the slippery creature in her mouth with a triumphant stare. The boy felt fear burst from inside him. He did not like the look of the mud. He did not like the peculiar texture of the frog’s skin, or that it was in his sister’s mouth.

The boy stood and stared at Zulema, silence passing after her question.

Would Zosime like it? Antigone didn’t. He could not be sure if his other sister would find the creature appealing or horrifying.

Yes, I’m sure she will. If she doesn’t, dad will probably like it.