Redhawk Caldera Henry Knight

Frolic’s face scrunched. Who wanted to drag their crusty old parents along with them on adventures? She wasn’t a baby! That was the entire point! But when Ceridwen offered herself, her expression smoothed into something more speculative. She was surprised by the offer, though an older sister was a lot cooler than some of the geriatrics around here.

Yeah, Frolic said slowly, in the manner of someone thinking out loud, okay. Her mild approval quickly began to grow into something more enthusiastic as she added, Deal! and thrust out a black paw in acceptance of Ceridwen’s terms.

It was definitely a tempting offer, the more she thought about it, but currently the child just wanted one thing: sleep. Whether or not her sister shook her paw, she quickly withdrew it and curled into a ball, tail drifting over her snout right after she eked out one final yawn.

You can tell me another story, if you want, she mumbled from beneath her tail, but I’m gonna sleep now.