Blood of my blood.

Had been posed the query over that which tempted him to traverse such frigid depths to tip of tongue may arise her name, though faux such reasoning that may be drawn from simple utterance, to the contrary he would not speak, however. Allow them to believe the fantastical lies their mind may produce with such minimal information, a honey for the poison that lay in dark depths. A viper this child, one with teeth hidden behind carefully maintained mask afixed in permanent place.

Ease guided his steps, her own progression marked in the broken surface of the snow that fell in a slow, spiralling descent incapable of obscuring so soon after creation. The hushed lift of her unsure inquiry that which piqued once simmering interest, arising chin and ears, slight the cant of head as halt was staged for a brief moment. Numerous the oddities hidden among the expanse of surface level terrain, one unearthed by the simplisticityof idiotic luck.

"Sister dearest, are you…" Remaining words died on tongue caught between the sudden closure of teeth, made small and pitiful the child that fancy himself a prince, self made place forgotten as regarded stranger. Above towered, miniscule brother and sister alike in the shadow she cast, petulant whine bypassing lips involuntarily drawn down. "You are not welcome here, you brute."