Dragoncrest Cliffs freaking booties speaking to the cuties so belligerent

In spite of becoming Tanzanite, it was simply natural for her to feel most like herself, and her inner child, when she was Valravn's shadow. Here, she was with family- and recent truths brought to light had no effect on those memories. Those truths faded away, as if failing to be recognized at all by the reality that in all the important ways, Val was her brother. He was one of very few still present who had been a childhood friend to her. Her earliest, happiest memories emerged whenever she tailed by his flank, content to hand over their direction in life and follow him on their next adventure. 

Until he egged her on, of course. 

Because in light of all that lovey-dovey sibling connection stuff, he was still her brother and as such, could be an absolute pain in the ass right when things were meant to be comfy or sweet. No other would ever take Valravn's place as the lead aggravator in her life because she would never tolerate such belligerence from another without taking it too seriously and threatening to boot them from the cliffs. It didn't matter that he'd been feeling unwell earlier, anymore- he knew the risks of pushing her buttons and clearly had thought it worth the chance.

Yowling, she dove forward, intending to shepherd him so tightly at his hip that they both might go toppling over if their legs should cross.