Dragoncrest Cliffs having dinner in the candlelight

this was literally untenable; she’s dying and she’s getting teased by her mother?!

sobeille ignored lucette and the hot press of her goading face. if she didn’t look at her sister, she didn’t have to acknowledge that maman was temporarily siding with her.

temporarily being the key word.

curling around herself, sobeille acknowledged mireille’s short departure with only a grunt. she considered sleeping while maman was gone, but the moment mireille’s footsteps whisked away her shit-head sister was back to her usual —

’EY!!

sobeille roared, fending off her vulture of a sister with a hefty kick. geddOFF. moving, at this point, hurt — for a moment, she almost gave into the urge for serious reprisal.

maman’s slinking steps saved lucette from any further physical retribution — sobeille eyed the unappetizing bundle of kelp at mireille’s feet, her eyes widening as she interpreted mireille expected her to eat it. surely this was more teasing, right?

no use in wasting further energy putting up a fight — she’d need that energy to fend herself from her piranha of a sister. seizing the kelp and slug bile between her teeth with wrinkled nose, sobeille ate it, swallowing it all in one crunchy gag.