Genna screamed as they fell to the ground and rolled into the snow and frozen puddles that lay beneath it. Icy cold seeped into her dress and she rolled, shoving Gwyn over into the snow as well.
"Who took you from home? Who lied and told us it would all be well? Who let you get sick and didn't call proper healers? Toria had to find someone by herself and bring him in secretly, or you'd still be asleep."
She yelled again as her hair was pulled but Genna had spent months playing with squires and kitchenboys; companions she'd never cared to have before Gwyn got sick. It had taught her things about scrapping and she used them against her sister now. She let her hed be yanked to the side, but used the time to pick of a handful of the snow that was promptly shoved it into Gwyn's face.
Genna's features shifted from anger to the sort of cruel amusement that she'd never shown before Gwyn had fallen ill. "Oh, sweet little baby girl just wants to go home," she said in a sing-song sugary voice, rolling away from her sister and laughing. The sound wasn't kind and when she looked at Gwyn it was as if she was seeing her from a long way away.
Tears were still trailing down Genna's cheeks but she ignored them, just like she ignored the mud and snow soaking her to the skin, and the way the cold breeze was biting at her face. "You haven't grown because you're still thinking like a baby."