theres an old man sitting on a throne thats saying...
Amet’s tolerance towards her was a phenomena to behold. He was normally so quick to scold her; to call her immature and tell her that her behavior was deplorable. But here, away from the dangers of the Dunes, he was relaxed.
He joked with her, indulged in her games, even played them with her. Iset was beginning to like this new change that was overtaking her older brother.
She giggles softly at his light jest, and it catches her off guard just how shocked she was to hear that sound come out of her mouth. She blinks in surprise, slightly uncomfortable with how serene she feels, and how the wall that guarded her mind and her heart from Him was slowly falling down in the safe company of her brother.
Amet’s focus falls from his sister and to the lake before them. She follows his amber gaze as it travels over the ridges and hills of the lake; It was truly a sight to behold-and such a welcome and stark contrast from their previous dry, sandy home. He catches her off guard for a moment with his suggestion; normally it was her suggesting the fun and crazy schemes her and her siblings (but mainly her) would get into.
Her high pitched laugh, previously scratchy and unused, rang out a bit clearer now. “Can you even swim?” She questioned jokingly, “You’d get so embarrassed, looking like a drowned rat and all while you’re baby sister drags you out of the water.” She broke eye contact and glanced between the clear water and her brother once more. “And,” she said, throwing a taunting glance his way, “Theres no way you could catch me!” She cried, and took off running as fast as her lanky legs could carry her. She splashed into the water, disturbing the cool calm the moment she touched it.
She seemed to destroy calm situations quite often; she couldn’t quite figure out why.
...I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut