Born into a curse Who: Satu and Selena When: Late afternoon Where: Ann Arbor Hospital
Satu wasn't the good little sister who wanted to go and visit her big sister out of the goodness of her heart, she really wasn't. She didn't even like Dagmar all that much most of the time. She respected and admired her for a multitude of reasons and she wanted to be like parts of her when she grew up, but she didn't like her. No matter which way you cut it, Dagmar had known their mother for longer and she'd gotten more attention overall. She was sort of competition and you didn't have to like the competition even if they were your full-blooded sibling. Leif was different because she didn't need to worry about him. He was Leif for god's sake and he didn't even like their mother. Satu was sure that was sort of sacrilegious or something, to hate your own mother, but she wasn't going to object if it kept him out of her way. Which it usually did. He was more like the weird uncle who came around sometimes or the cousin you only saw at holidays than a brother. Valterri was a brother. And Satu didn't like Valterri. 'You don't like any of your siblings.' That wasn't true. 'One of them?' One of them. Well, sort of. It counted as one because she liked half of Dagmar and she liked half of Kajsa so if you could just stick those halves together into one person then she'd be all set. Couldn't really do that with people but she was just saying that would be how it worked. 'So why are we here again?'
Satu tugged at her shirt and leaned back against the window in the lobby on the floor her sister's room was on. "Because it'll make mom happy to know that I'm putting effort into coming and seeing my sister, that's why." And Satu lived to make her mother happy. Sometimes. When Linnea wasn't upsetting her by touching her stomach or fawning over one of the others. Satu almost wished that she'd been the one who got rocked and rolled at the march so that she'd be in there fussing over her instead of Dagmar. Really she just wanted to go home and play in the pool. Linnea said she was getting really close to third level and she couldn't wait until she was able to make the water actually move a little bit and do things. Someday she'd be able to make it do any and everything just like her mom. Rolling her shoulders, there was still an ache in one of them, Satu took a bite out of what was left of her sandwich and set it back on the plate. Chewing, she poked at it thoughtfully. It sort of looked like a turtle. "Look at that, Blastoise, I made one of you."
'It doesn't look like me.'
"Does so."
'Does. Not.'
The water elemental glared at the table where her familiar was sitting and picked the plate up, storming out into the hall and up to the very first person that she saw. "Hey, what's this sandwich look like to you?" She ignored the prickles on the back of her neck and the fact that all of the hair on her arms was trying to stand up. Her familiar was wrong.