6/4/2026, 2:39 PM
Kvitrafn swung.
Although this time, she received no teeth from her meat-filled, tooth-giving piñata of a sister. No, somehow the stick (or herself) miscalculated the trajectory of her aim, and the impact went elsewhere. Straight into her sister’s flank and right into the fragile bones of her ribs.
Though, unlike the head, this one had felt more spongy—sending Kvitrafn’s own paws stumbling backward as her head wobbled from side to side.
Somewhere, Roskva whined, her voice echoing in the tinier compartments of her ear as Kvitrafn squeezed her eyes shut and attempted to re-steady her limbs and the stick that now teetered to one side between her teeth.
It was a lot harder than one would think to try to knock out the teeth of your sibling!
Kvit blinked her eyes back open, fluttering darkened lashes in her sister’s direction as she finally found her own internal equilibrium—steady as she could be for the next round—
—Roskva stole her stick.
Swiftly and abruptly.
With so little time for Kvitrafn to react.
She had tried to give it a single tug, a garbled:
Her sister swung.
Swiftly and abruptly.
With a far better aim than Kvitrafn had given her credit for.
Immediately, she saw stars dot her vision, flickering like the motes of mysterious light that often followed her sister in her silence. Her ears rang, her teeth had chattered within her skull, and unwillingly, tears welled in her eyes as she yelped in sudden shock.
How had Roskva taken this twice?
Surely, Roskva was hitting her harder than Kvit had hit her!
She froze.
Was that...
To Kvitrafn’s horror, a tiny molar had come free, just as Roskva had expected.
Had her threat to her own teeth meant nothing?!
Although this time, she received no teeth from her meat-filled, tooth-giving piñata of a sister. No, somehow the stick (or herself) miscalculated the trajectory of her aim, and the impact went elsewhere. Straight into her sister’s flank and right into the fragile bones of her ribs.
Though, unlike the head, this one had felt more spongy—sending Kvitrafn’s own paws stumbling backward as her head wobbled from side to side.
Somewhere, Roskva whined, her voice echoing in the tinier compartments of her ear as Kvitrafn squeezed her eyes shut and attempted to re-steady her limbs and the stick that now teetered to one side between her teeth.
Augh,Kvitrafn groaned,
I’m TRYING!
It was a lot harder than one would think to try to knock out the teeth of your sibling!
Kvit blinked her eyes back open, fluttering darkened lashes in her sister’s direction as she finally found her own internal equilibrium—steady as she could be for the next round—
—Roskva stole her stick.
Swiftly and abruptly.
With so little time for Kvitrafn to react.
She had tried to give it a single tug, a garbled:
NO!shouted from her lips—but it had been futile from the very beginning. Roskva was simply bigger and stronger than her, even without her missing teeth.
HEY!The white raven called out, but it had been too late.
Her sister swung.
Swiftly and abruptly.
With a far better aim than Kvitrafn had given her credit for.
Immediately, she saw stars dot her vision, flickering like the motes of mysterious light that often followed her sister in her silence. Her ears rang, her teeth had chattered within her skull, and unwillingly, tears welled in her eyes as she yelped in sudden shock.
How had Roskva taken this twice?
Surely, Roskva was hitting her harder than Kvit had hit her!
OW!The girl cried out, but the minute she had, the white raven felt something small dislodge from her gums and tumble with tiny plinks and plunks onto the solid ground between their feet.
She froze.
Was that...
To Kvitrafn’s horror, a tiny molar had come free, just as Roskva had expected.
Had her threat to her own teeth meant nothing?!
MY TOOTH!She cried out.
