It was much to her disappointment that her brother did not bend to her whims, but his attention was replaced with that of her father and cousin. She laughed at Enkiel's lack of desire to get himself involved with others of the pack, one slender hand snatching the bottle of wine from his grasp as she took a moment to examine it. Really, she shouldn't have bothered. She couldn't drink any of it.
It was thrust back at her cousin as her father's voice turned her around. She tried to smile, a fake thing learned from her golden brother, but it faded away as he sent Enkiel to get food for the two. "I'm really not hungry." Her words were firm, determined not to eat anything her brother cooked until she met the grumpy (oh, so grumpy!) face of her father. Resigning to defeat rather than arguing with him, she grabbed one of the ducks from the grasp of the healer, jaws tearing into it with the voracity of a wild animal. Ezekiel'd been right — it was delicious. If only her pride would let her tell him that.
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