Painted Moose
She winced as her son said that his sister didn't like him. Kalliope didn't think he was right but he wasn't wrong either. The way Brexxa behaved sometimes said she wasn't too happy to have siblings at all. Then again, she'd caught the older girl checking in on her sleeping siblings when she thought no one was looking. Kalli hadn't said anything because she didn't want to draw attention to the act.
"She does like you she just.. isn't like your other siblings. She's not used to having such a large family." Granted it had been years now but the Oban was sure it was simply spite that made Brexxa act out. "She knows what each of you like, so she pays attention to you." She pointed out to the little boy.