Whitefish River 'Cause I need you here with me

As Emrik joined them to complete the image of a family of some sort, Syrma readily gave him a suspicious glance but said nothing else about it. He was awfully cheery as he took to a spot next to her brother. Did he know what their mom had poured onto their heads last time she summoned them all together like this? She was quick to doubt it, if he could even grasp the magnitude of that anyway. Then, looking at their mom before she really got to the meat of the explanation, she looked awfully pleased with herself too. Alarms were going off in the almost-yearling's head already. She didn't like the looks of this, or the tone.. or..

Yeahhhh as suspected, more news she didn't really want to have to deal with. Her ears folded back and her scowl hardened, her golden eyes wide as she tried to take this in, not really sure who she needed to blame more for this. Brothers and sisters? More of them? No thanks. Spica was all the sister she needed (who was going to top her own mirror image?!), Acheron was enough to put up with some days and sure, they had never found Castor, and even she had a pretty easy time forgetting about him most of the time, but this was just uncalled for. She shot Emrik an accusatory look before landing back on her mother, frowning hard, while her brother had his logical question and her sister gave her a much more detailed spiel that made Syrma nod--agreeing with her every word and very thankful for her twin's vehemence on the delivery. Much appreciated, above all the rest. So are we not enough or what? she asked quickly, trying not to dwell on what she had learned last time--did that have something to do with this now too??