Elara read the notification twice, and her lips pressed into a thin line.
"… Why can't I ever just relax."
She seemed to have forgotten that it was her idea to leave home. But maybe her idea of relaxing was less to do with doing nothing and more to do with being able to do nothing the way she wanted to do nothing…
Still, this was a problem.
The Quicktime Event was whatever. But she didn't actually want to have to move. This beach was nice.
She had just spent a ton of time arranging things so that she wouldn't have to move, threading information, twisting narratives, making sure the Grimblades were painted in the best possible light. And of course, now all of that might come crumbling down.
Her brother's doing. Obviously.
Who was the little sibling here again? Was it really her? Shouldn't she be getting pampered with ice cream and stuffed teddy bears?
