Fairspell Meadow Flowers and boys mix well

The jelly to Rhonen’s peanut butter, aka: always around and awesome—her sunkissed brother might have been relaxing in the field of flowers, but it wouldn’t take long for the moonkissed counterpart to gather some of the colorful petals from the plants, and without warning or preamble, raining them over Rhonen’s head like confetti.

“Pay attention to me,” she huffed, flashing her brother a grin and giving a sway of her soot-tipped tail.