Hushed Willows Of cloudless climes and starry skies

Édaín was still daydreaming when she heard the sweet voice of her brother. Her tail began to thump the ground and she turned her noble head over her shoulder, maw pulled back in a good natured grin.
Speak of the devil... ah, what was I doing? Well I was waiting for you of course! And it seems you have excellent timing." She said with enthusiasm. Lumbering to her paws and plucking over to her brother, bunking heads with him and continuing to push her side down his affectionately. His smell of woods and poppy seeds was a familair and calming one. 

Playfully she dusted her tail against his face and with humor in her voice she said, "Excellent timing because I am BORED!" And with that she lightly nipped at the tuft of fur near his hindquarters and danced away. Bowing low a few feet from him, waiting with tail masted high; her eyes of red poppies warm with an invitation to tussle.