SO RICH, SO PRETTY
He curled down towards the earth, landing with a soft thump against the ground. A puff of dust floating over his feet, to which he looked with irritation. He didn’t want to be dirty, not right now, not when he was visiting with his darling baby sister. Kirin liked to have his way, naturally, and when he did not he could be quite the little shit. He had to refrain from a tantrum, Nicia had already reached him, pulling playfully at his wings. A sunlit gloss shone off them, reflecting on her pale coat, bending hues of blue and green from the plum.
He permitted very few to touch his wings, to grab or pull at the fine feathers, obviously Nicia was one of them. Nicia was mainly permitted her little heart’s desire, and Kirin was far from one to deny her wants. Kult could too, if he wished, but the boy wasn’t really the touchy-feely type. A small, inappropriate smile threaded its way across his eggplant maw. The little minx curving her silky skin across his own as he stood rather still, appendages still half extended. When Nicia pulls away he uses his left, the one he favored, to trace along the girls spine. He could imagine her now flat, boyish frame extending into curves in all the right places as she grew. Oh, he loved his Sister very much.
He is always offered grins with shining doe-like eyes from the girl, luckily for her she was far prettier than Mother Branka. Kirin decides he is finished with petting, tucking his feathers into his side, eyeing one that protruded out of place. Hot streams of air flee his nose, as his hazel eyes narrow in irritation. He can barely provide an answer, but manages a short unfocused response. ”My sweet, it was..Pleasing.” Ivories jut forward with his jaw and he snags the stray from its place, tossing it to the ground.