#breilla

Then there were footsteps, soft and light in the winding hallway. A winged ear perked up and Addie watched the door upside-down. “Brei!” she called happily as her elder sister appeared in the doorway. The younger Aurin sat up proper and swiveled the chair to face the other. “C’mere!”

Breilla tilted her head curiously, stepping into the room. “Aren’t you supposed to be doing homework?” She asked, hands on her hips. Addie wrinkled her nose cutely.

“I got bored,” her orange eyes scanned the other girl briefly. “You going out?”

The elder Creamsickle shook her head, wrinkling her nose in a languid version of her younger sister’s expression. “Just coming back,” she sighed. “Definitely not going out with that psycho-bitch again.”

“Ick,” was Adelia’s articulate response, again she looked her sister up and down, she took her time this time. “That dress is really lovely on you,” she said, tilting her head just a little, noting just how low cut the thing was and how high of hem.

“Pity it’s wasted.”

“Mmm, I’m certainly enjoying looking at it,” the pale-blue-haired one said softly, the tiniest bit of a blush rising on her orange cheeks.

“You, my little sister, are just trying to get out of your lessons,” Breilla chided. She was smiling though as she walked over, adding a little swish to her hips as she did. “You’ll never get to be a Matria if you don’t take things seriously.”

Adelia reached out, her hand caressing the soft fabric at the other’s hip, drawing her closer. “Maybe I’ve thought of more interesting things to do.”