Redhawk Caldera i feel god in this chili’s tonight

If Frolic expected to hear a movie-like epiphany on, how Dwin in the face of danger had realized, how much she cared for her sister, that was no the case. Dwin's thoughts shifted between going back and tossing Frolic over the ledge again, skinning her alive and leaving that pelt of hers hanging at the randevouz's site as a warning for everyone to see and other creative ways of ridding this world of a nuisance that had spoiled more hours of Dwin's rest than she could keep track of. The only reason she did not act upon it was because Frolic was not her kid. And Dwin may disapprove of ineffectiveness of her parents' child management, but she did not have the authority to intervene.

"Next time," she said and then ushered her sibling to hurry up. She would not rat out Frolic to her parents, but she would not speak or interact with her for a week or so either. In fact, she would stay clear of the kindergarten and, if Frolic were to run off again, Dwin would no longer care. You do not fight with gods and idiots. Let them roam free.

Last one from me.