“You’re lying!” The little girl cried out before she could help it. “Mother would call someone right away. She did call someone right away!” Much as she loved her cousin, that her being awake should be the result of anyone but her parents was too hard a thought for the little girl to comprehend. It was easier to deny it than to try and accept that it might be true.
The snow in her face caught the girl completely off guard, and she was aware of a distinct hurt that wasn’t simply due to the incredible pain in her face. Her sister was being…cruel. As most children were prone to do, Gwyn wasn’t thinking of herself at the moment. Only that her twin was acting in a way she never would have before.
As her sister laughed at her Gwyn wiped at her eyes hurriedly. The wetness she was trying to rub away wasn’t merely melted snow.
“I’m only thinking like me,” the little girl said quietly as she pushed herself up. “You’re the one that’s different now. She found that she still wanted to break something of her sister’s, though whether it was for looking at her the way she was or for laughing she wasn’t sure…or maybe it was for growing. It was getting to be too much, all what her sister had spoken over the last few minutes was too much.
With one last effort Gwyn threw herself at her sister…and found that she didn’t hit anything solid. If anything, she was being hoisted up off of the ground. “Meera’s going to ring your neck for getting that dress-” was the start to the amused reply of Jorry himself. Two little girls fighting weren’t noticed by all but Jorry had certainly noticed when two of the stars were not quite where they were meant to be at this point in time.
As he held Gwyn up, however, his gaze fell to the bits of the mark knocked out of Genna’s hands earlier and all amusement was gone. “Have you gone daft!” He exclaimed then, looking to either girl for an answer.
Gwyn hoped that maybe now her sister would get something broken by Jorry…and maybe the littlest part of her was afraid for them. But she would never admit it.