Boartusk Heights dupetky

One moment, she'd been pleasantly enjoying a meal, and the next, she found herself being battled against for control. The battle was quick, yet harshly fought. Nymphora wailed in defeat, trying to call attention to the injustice that was being done here. 

When nobody came to save her, and shove away that terrible thief, Nymphora receded and shambled over her brother to lie on his side instead. She'd steal from him, now that she herself had been dethroned. Anything but find an unoccupied spot. 

Slowly, sealed eyes grew the strength to crack open in narrowed slits, just enough to glimpse the face of the one that had vexed her. Or, at the very least, the vaguest, blurriest little shape of her.

A vow of enmity was struck, a first enemy made. Even without the ability to comprehend such an action, Nymphora was giving her sister a vicious stinkeye.