OOC

Rose — AW at the wedding for puppy shenanigans!

She had been told to behave.

Eden's little lips rounded into a pout: she'd never been spoken to quite so sternly before! Well, Mom was always a bit stern — but Dad?!?! Why was he telling her what to do?? When they were at home, there were only a few rules. Stay in sight. Don't wander off. The simple things. But here? There were a lot more rules.

Don't touch anything. Be nice. Stay close. Behave.

Well, that simply wouldn't do.

She wanted to touch everything. She wanted to play! She wanted to run. And most of all, she didn't want to behave!

Her little hazel eyes would span the crowd, trying not to be distracted by the jubilation all around. All of the adults were so distracted — and they all smelled so sour! Bleck! It was gross! Eden's little nose would squint, and her eyes would trail the edges of the clearing, noting all of the intricate gifts. Flowers. Hides. Shiny rocks.

'Ey, Rose! Eden's little elbow lifted, pushing upward into her twin's chest with sudden eagerness. Look! Eden's eyes glittered, landing on the large pile of shiny gifts.

Did this count as the stuff she couldn't touch??

But it looked so fun!!

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Ruìlóng had toddled off at some point, slipping between the large legs of adults as his eyes—still in the throes of changing to their permanent color—caught sight of two dark silhouettes. They looked the same to him, and for a moment, the Dragon would wonder if his eyes were playing tricks on him.

But when the other seemed to scream out words, knocking a leg into the chest of the other one, Ruìlóng realized that, like his own siblings, they might’ve been twins!

On wobbly legs, he approached the pair with a curious smile lathered across his lips.

Hello! He screamed out, first in his natal, foreign tongue. Ruìlóng had yet to fully realize that most of the wolves who attended his father’s event did not speak the Mother Tongue.

You! He cried out again, Who!

He had yet to realize what they were up to, but the little prince did notice they were scooting away from him!

HELLO??? That just wouldn't do.

OOC

Rose, Ruìlóng —

Eden's well-aimed elbow seemed to knock Rose straight back to attention. As her twin's awareness focused, Eden's smile tansformed into a sinister little grin. Eden watched as Rose's brain began to process the plan that her twin was putting into place — their telepathy seemed to know no bounds!

(Plus, Eden really needed Rose to reach those higher-up things, though she would never admit it.)

Eden's gaze shifted again towards the pile of shiny objects, her legs instinctively mirroring Rose's awkward scuttle as the two of them so-very-nonchalantly began to meander away from their parents' watchful eyes. Thankfully, Ma and Pa seemed to really enjoy that horrible-smelling fruit, and they seemed rather distracted by it.

It would leave the twins open to unleash their reckoning.

But they'd be intercepted.

By something — someone — small.

Even smaller than Eden. (Probably.)

It was another puppy! But this one seemed only to speak in gibberish. Uh, hi? From her awkward half-sit, Eden would stand up, displaying her impressive height. It was so weird how she felt so much taller when Rose was around. But her hazel gaze remained confident, a little shit-eating grin plastered on her face as she blinked toward the stranger. Huh, weird. He smelled like the jungle. You live here? The cogs of her mind were spinning.

If he lived here ... he could help them get all the things!

If only he'd stop yelling.

Com'ere, she'd coax, continuing to move gradually away from him (and their parents) and closer to their prize pile.

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