Wisps in the air

Potema, in her schizophrenic stupor, did not notice her brother stalking her. She would not be an assassin or a spy like Damien and Cicero would. Instead, she was a wolf of mystics, the mind, and herb lore. But not yet. Until then, Potema was a wandering child, disturbed by the voices in her head.

As she batted at the wisp, missing spectacularly, falling on the floor just as her brother jumped over her, and fell as well. Potema's nose twitched adorably at the sight, her face twisted in a cute expression of confusion. The wisp, however, caught her attention again as it floated away, disappearing in the air. Potema squeaked indignantly at her brother. "Joo scuwared eet!" The white princess jumped onto her fallen brother, biting his ear in reprimand.