Chapter Forty-Nine: The Family Keeps on Growing

Isadora knows this is stupid, that they both should be sleeping. It's a school night after all, and it's not like they've been sleeping well lately. But Tylar just looked all sad all day, like somebody kicked her puppy or something. What's a few hours of staying up?

Isadora can't help but feel so great when she sees Tylar laughing and smiling like a kid should. No kid should be sad all the time.Plus it reminds her she isn't that old anyway. She was a kid not too long ago, she knows what it's like. And she had so many people around her. Tyson doesn't really see her, not in his grief. And Irish is just caught up in her relationship, and she can't really blame her. Finding her soulmate so suddenly must have been hard, she was friends before she knew about her soulmate.
She stops this musing when the ball hits her in the face. She just has to laugh, a slightly rusty little giggle that grows with time. When's the last time she's been happy, except when she's kissing Calloway. And that's not the kind of happy she's been missing.

Tylar loves her new bed. She dreams of the soft salty tang of the sea, the waves lapping against her ship. She imagines herself an explorer, no, a pirate, where she bravely swings her sword against those who steal her loot. Her smile softens as she is immersed in her dream. Isadora peeks in as she goes to sleep herself only a few hours before school. She grins tiredly, feeling like she's being a good big sister despite the chaos they've all been through.

Tylar feels so happy this morning, she loves her big sissy Isa!

Hermione gives a snooty glare as the family eats. She's already eaten, she doesn't see what's the big deal with all that human fancy food. Kibble is just perfect for her, why can't they do the same.

She walks away with a huff, deciding to show her disdain by playing with her rubber duck toy as loudly as possible. The squeaks must be annoying those snobby humans, and she feels pride as she claws and swipes at her toy.

Quickly trying to finish their homework before school, Kipp merely sighs. Irish blinks, before feeling an onslaught of emotions. Confusion, frustration...and a horse?
"Sorry Irish, I didn't mean to imprint, I'm just really tired" Kipp yawns, as if to validate his statement. Irish shakes her head, trying to focus on separating her emotions with Kipp's. Everything is swirling, and her stomach lurches as everything goes blank.
"Ugh, don't do that again." She mutters softly. "Just get some horses, Tyson won't mind us borrowing a bit of savings. Get a glittering unicorn for all I care. Just don't fucking do that again..." She stares nauseously at her food across the table, why did he have to that during breakfast?

Kipp apologizes while Irish shifts her and her bowl away from Kipp. He knows by now not to mess with her when she's in these moods. Even in the grumpy tone she used, he runs her words through his mind. Does he really want some horses? Could they live on that as a career?

Here's Cosmo!

 

And here's Peppy!