Snippet #1549667

Songrose smiled a little at Sore, then sighed as she heard something hitting the floor; even after talking with her, their father had called him. Again. She shook her head, stubbornly. She looked up at Thomas. "Think you could cook these for me? I need to go check on him..." she said with a sigh. Songrose knocked once before entering the roomnot even bothering to wait for an answer, or even caring that it was the boy's room. She shut the door behind herself and leaned against it, watching her brother. "I know he's irritating you...but you can't break your phone like that. If you weren't so stubborn and would actually change your phone number once in a while..." she shrugged, as if the answer was obvious. "...Come here, Daemyn; dinner should be ready soon...you need to cal yourself down before then..."



Anna watched him talking to Songrose, then watched with more curiosity as he tried again to make friends with Fluff. She shook her head as she once again buried her face in her leg, refusing to touch the food. "I don't think that works...it was a year and a half before she even let me feed her like that; had to go all the way across the room before she'd eat." She shook her head again. "This clinging to my leg only started a little earlier this year. She may not ever like you; I don't even think it's the scent."