9/23/2026, 10:57 PM
fa’liya’s gaze drops to the meat between her paws, then returns to the cub with something quieter than annoyance. yesc’ebaa. she stores the fuller name carefully, though yesbaa seems easier upon a tongue that has never had much practice speaking to her.
big sister, however—something in her tightens. not anger, precisely, but discomfort with the easy claim of it. yesbaa says the words as though they have shared dens, meals, mothers—fa’liya cannot make herself believe so easily—and yet there is an innocence to the declaration that makes resentment difficult to sustain properly. perhaps children are fortunate that way.
she lowers her muzzle toward the offering and noses it once, testing its scent before taking a small edge delicately between her teeth. hunger urges greed; experience insists otherwise.
yesbaa, then.the correction is accepted without argument. the girl comes nearer, bright and fearless, and fa’liya resists the small instinct to retreat. instead she looks down at her properly. there is cen in her somewhere. enough that fa’liya can see it in the black of her face and the blue of her eyes.
big sister, however—something in her tightens. not anger, precisely, but discomfort with the easy claim of it. yesbaa says the words as though they have shared dens, meals, mothers—fa’liya cannot make herself believe so easily—and yet there is an innocence to the declaration that makes resentment difficult to sustain properly. perhaps children are fortunate that way.
she lowers her muzzle toward the offering and noses it once, testing its scent before taking a small edge delicately between her teeth. hunger urges greed; experience insists otherwise.
you may call me fa’liya.pale eyes flick toward yesbaa again.
did your mama tell you to bring this?