It'd been a few days since the two gembound had come out of their chrysalises. Anne was first, of course, and she wasn't afraid to let her younger brother know it. Their mother had tried her best and was perfectly servicable, of course, but it didn't stop her newborn children from being absolute menaces.
The lights had dimmed out hours ago, though Anne was still awake. She intentionally waited until mother was busy with the forge before she invaded Oskar's side of camp, barrelling in with long, skinny legs and fat arms flailing, tussling around the bedroll where he was trying to sleep.
For no reason, of course, other than she felt like torturing her sibling today.
It did not matter, incidentally, how much or how little Oskar had slept as of late. He was sleeping now, and that was a point of contention that Anne could use in whichever war they were waging on each other.
@Oskar