Julie
“This is how you greet me?” Sancour sneers at the both of us. Her golden mane has dirt and mud and there is a new gash on her once pristine forehead. “Tackling me to the ground as if we’re common demons?”
I shrug “It might remind you of the time when I sparred against you in front of father. How many times did you lose again?”
She frowns “Still the cocky eldest sister”
My face twitches “I am older than you by a year Sancour”
“Lillian misses you. she really did want to come to this excursion but she’s too busy taking care of the children at home” Sancour slowly lets her energy drip from her palms like water. I can see it trickle down her elbows and spreading on the ground. “I don’t like your hair at all Julie. You look like a lesbian in the streets”
My fist tightly clenches. God
