Redhawk Caldera Henry Knight

Post 400 goes to Frolic!

It turned out that Dwin was not the only one, who had had hard time falling asleep. After a while she heard the sound of quick, little footfalls, accompanied by yawning at regular intervals. She did not have to guess, who this was - sometimes you can sense people's aura from a mile away and Frolic - she had to give this to her younger sister (reluctantly though) - had a lot of spirit in small packaging. 

For the most part Dwin had been good at ignoring and staying away from Frolic, but ever since Bronco's funeral she kept a watchful presence, in case any conflict would arise between the kids on, who was to blame for his death. She had called the girl brainless and reckless, and silly, she had been annoyed and frustrated with her short attention span and immunity to any kind of wisdom of the elders, but there was this unwritten rule of loyalty between siblings. Yes, you may feel as if you want to murder them, BUT no one else outside the family is allowed or entitled to touch a hair on that sibling's head. 

"Out to feed a hungry bear?" she asked Frolic, stepping out of the darkness and coming to walk next to her.