
"You found it?" She asked as she saw her older brother come down the stairs with the blue journal in hand. "It was in your room the whole time?" She couldn't help but ask and glare a little at the book that was responsible for her blisters and woefulness.
It was a pretty color though. But it was still responsible for what it had done. Her brother smiled and waggled his eyebrows at her.
At that moment they had their first real connection as brother and sister, (well besides the time that he held her for the first time). "It WAS under the cat!" She cheered and wiggled happily in place. "See! I was trying to help!"