?Are you sure?? Cayt?s voice cautioned. Her mouth twisted to one side. She clearly was not sold one hundred percent on Amthy?s decision.
?Oh, I am!? The green-haired Nymph-pix squeaked with gushing enthusiasm. ?It?ll b? th? very most fun! I do promise.?
?It has been a while since we went to a party,? Cayt said. Her words were agreeable, but the silver-blonde haired shifter still sure about the whole ordeal.
??s the very best kind of party,? Amthy assured her. Her lilting airy voice rose steadily in octave as she continued to warm to the topic. Brushing her fingers over her hair, she shook the verdant tangle away from her face before twisting a large hank over and around her hands. Despite the effort, the breeze pulled a few strands back across her cheeks. Vibrant green eyes glittered like round polished gems and remained unblinking in her regard of her sister.
It was a fine day. There was a nip in the air. A nut and earth scent from the nearby wood filled Amthy?s nose. Autumn painted leaves rolled across the manicured lawn, catching on the edges and at dying flower beds. Fall was upon them. The harvest season had Ardane firm in its grip. There were apples that still needed to be picked (though what they were going to do with all of them, the Nymph couldn?t say. The trees had been a good idea at the time), along with gourds and squash. Soon, they would be putting the pegasi up for the winter. A frown creased Amthy?s lips as she followed her thoughts to the natural conclusion.
?What is the matter?? Cayt asked.
Amthy shook her head. Her frown migrated from her lips to a small scrunch of her nose. ??tisn? anything. Was jus? thinkin?.? She said to Cayt as she reached out for her sister and snagged her arm. ?I will no? be shaken off so easy!? Amthy laughed. ?It?ll be the best kind o? event. We surely must go.?
?And what makes this party so much better than all the other ones?? Cayt asked dryly. She lifted her finger as Amthy started to speak. A mix of images flowing into her mind from the unchecked mental rapport they two shared. ?Ah, and please do not say ?the men.?? Amusement fluttered across her face as the nymph closed her mouth and huffed softly through her nose. Her sister?s cheeks puffed like a chipmunks.
??s no? jus? because o? th? men,? Amthy mumbled. ??s because o? th? costumes.?
?A likely story,? Cayt laughed, and rolled her eyes. ?This is like the time you told me you read that magazine for the articles.?
?They were really informative.?
?More so, I?m sure, when you had someone like Morpheus or Miles to read them for you?? Cayt replied with a snort.
?Tha? did help, but truly, we should go t? th? party. We were invited. It?s the polite thing t? do when you do getting? an invitation.?
?What is??
Amthy growled in playful frustration and leaned back from Cayt, using her sister?s arm for balance. ?Going!? She cried.
?I?ll think about it,? Cayt said, which was as close to an affirmative that Amthy was going to get. The nymph knew it, too. She clapped and hooted in delight. Bouncing around the silver bells on her anklets sang. Cayt smiled, watching her joy?even if it was only due to a partial win. She watched her for a moment longer before looking out over the trees. There was still so much to do before the snows started. A somber expression settled on her features as Cayt rubbed the goosebumps from her arms.
?Wait until you do see the costumes!?
?See the what?!? Cayt gasped. Her attention snapped violently back on Amthy, but her sister was already running away from her.
?Oh, I am!? The green-haired Nymph-pix squeaked with gushing enthusiasm. ?It?ll b? th? very most fun! I do promise.?
?It has been a while since we went to a party,? Cayt said. Her words were agreeable, but the silver-blonde haired shifter still sure about the whole ordeal.
??s the very best kind of party,? Amthy assured her. Her lilting airy voice rose steadily in octave as she continued to warm to the topic. Brushing her fingers over her hair, she shook the verdant tangle away from her face before twisting a large hank over and around her hands. Despite the effort, the breeze pulled a few strands back across her cheeks. Vibrant green eyes glittered like round polished gems and remained unblinking in her regard of her sister.
It was a fine day. There was a nip in the air. A nut and earth scent from the nearby wood filled Amthy?s nose. Autumn painted leaves rolled across the manicured lawn, catching on the edges and at dying flower beds. Fall was upon them. The harvest season had Ardane firm in its grip. There were apples that still needed to be picked (though what they were going to do with all of them, the Nymph couldn?t say. The trees had been a good idea at the time), along with gourds and squash. Soon, they would be putting the pegasi up for the winter. A frown creased Amthy?s lips as she followed her thoughts to the natural conclusion.
?What is the matter?? Cayt asked.
Amthy shook her head. Her frown migrated from her lips to a small scrunch of her nose. ??tisn? anything. Was jus? thinkin?.? She said to Cayt as she reached out for her sister and snagged her arm. ?I will no? be shaken off so easy!? Amthy laughed. ?It?ll be the best kind o? event. We surely must go.?
?And what makes this party so much better than all the other ones?? Cayt asked dryly. She lifted her finger as Amthy started to speak. A mix of images flowing into her mind from the unchecked mental rapport they two shared. ?Ah, and please do not say ?the men.?? Amusement fluttered across her face as the nymph closed her mouth and huffed softly through her nose. Her sister?s cheeks puffed like a chipmunks.
??s no? jus? because o? th? men,? Amthy mumbled. ??s because o? th? costumes.?
?A likely story,? Cayt laughed, and rolled her eyes. ?This is like the time you told me you read that magazine for the articles.?
?They were really informative.?
?More so, I?m sure, when you had someone like Morpheus or Miles to read them for you?? Cayt replied with a snort.
?Tha? did help, but truly, we should go t? th? party. We were invited. It?s the polite thing t? do when you do getting? an invitation.?
?What is??
Amthy growled in playful frustration and leaned back from Cayt, using her sister?s arm for balance. ?Going!? She cried.
?I?ll think about it,? Cayt said, which was as close to an affirmative that Amthy was going to get. The nymph knew it, too. She clapped and hooted in delight. Bouncing around the silver bells on her anklets sang. Cayt smiled, watching her joy?even if it was only due to a partial win. She watched her for a moment longer before looking out over the trees. There was still so much to do before the snows started. A somber expression settled on her features as Cayt rubbed the goosebumps from her arms.
?Wait until you do see the costumes!?
?See the what?!? Cayt gasped. Her attention snapped violently back on Amthy, but her sister was already running away from her.