Fairspell Meadow Divine and Witchy

"A brother. Boys like such disgusting things as bug insides," Dwin explained, scrunching her nose. She did not feel bad for smearing her brother's good name behind his back. Because it was the dead you had to speak well off. The living were in for a game. Simple as that. The truth was... SHUSH!!! ...you can read the truth in the previous post. 

"You have a disgusting brother?" she asked, using the adjective so casually as if it was inextricable from the latter. Then she thought that - perhaps - she should add something good about @Jay too, though their conversations usually had consisted of mutual (but albeit friendly and endearing) insults. To an outsider that kind of ragging would have appeared a bit extreme, but anyone, who were well familiar with the Blackthorn siblings, knew that the Queen of Dorkistan and Orc of the Vale loved each other very much. 

"Okay, I will go there 100%," Dwin announced. Add "treacherous" to any place in the world and the girl would not need any other description. "Where do you live? I mean - what's the name of the pack?"