sitting in the mauri with the greif of losing your twin brother. Your family discussing important things but their voices only echo in the distance. Your ears flatten and raise with the waves. Your tail waves absentmindedly behind you. You’re snapped back into your thoughts with Lo’ak arguing with dad “She gets to just sit there and stare off…and you never yell at her. EVER.” He’s pointing at you. Your eyebrows furrow looking at your younger brother. Your mother tries to dismantle the tension but Lo’ak stands up “ITS ALWAYS ME. NEVER HER. SHE WAS THERE WHEN HE DIED TOO”.

you know it’s his grief speaking but you’re grief is right up to bat. You stand and hiss and tackle him

Dad stands up yelling as he pulls you off

What is wrong with both of you?!?! Shut your mouths and sit down. This is a family.