Dwyer-Selkie Sibling C-A

C

Selkie: Big Brother! Big Brother, Big Brother!

*thud*

Dwyer: Whoa, Selkie! You're a lot heavier than the last time I saw you!

Selkie: You're supposed to say I'm TALLER!

Dwyer: That too. You still aren't my height, though.

Dwyer: I didn't know you'd joined the army.

Dwyer: I thought Dad was trying to keep you in your Deeprealm for a while longer?

Selkie: Yeah...it was lonely, but I'm here now!

Selkie: Daddy, Papa, and I fight the bad guys!

Selkie: And I bite at 'em with my teeth and scratch 'em with my claws!

Dwyer: You get super close to the enemy, huh...

Selkie: Mm-hm! But, Big Brother, I never see you up there!

Selkie: Do you hide so the bad guys can't see you?

Selkie: Ooh! And then you hit them! Bam! Right?

Dwyer: Oh, definitely not. I stay in the back.

Selkie: Huh? The back?! What for?

Dwyer: I don't like to fight, Selkie.

Dwyer: Besides, if I'm up there with you, who's going to heal all those scratches you get?

Selkie: Papa, obviously!

Selkie: Papa can stay in the back, then you and I can beat all the bad guys together!

Dwyer: (I'd love to see you suggest that to him...)

Dwyer: No thanks, Selkie. I'm happy where I'm stationed.

Selkie: Hmm... If you say so, Big Brother...

B

Selkie: Big Brother? I just don't get it!

Dwyer: Don't get what, Selkie?

Selkie: Why don't you want to use your claws? Or teeth?

Dwyer: I use my claws and teeth all the time!

Selkie: Against the bad guys!

Dwyer: I don't like the way it feels.

Selkie: Huh? Isn't it just like biting into that roast Papa makes sometimes?

Dwyer: Yuck...not even a little bit!

Dwyer: Those roasts aren't full of blood, for one thing.

Selkie: You're weird, Big Brother.

Selkie: You don't like to chase them around, either?

Dwyer: Selkie, you can't just treat real people like they're playthings.

Selkie: Why not? They're bad people, aren't they?

Dwyer: Even if they are, they're still living, breathing people!

Selkie: What am I supposed to do, then?

Selkie: If I don't fight, the bad guys will hurt everyone!

Dwyer: Ugh, you're too young to be thinking about stuff like this.

Dwyer: They shouldn't be letting a kid like you fight.

Selkie: I'm a grown-up now, Big Brother!

Selkie: I'll prove it!

Dwyer: Selkie? Selkie! Where are you going?!

Dwyer: (Oh no, she's going to get herself in trouble, isn't she?)

Dwyer: You're going to hurt yourself! Selkie!

A

Selkie: *sniffle*

Dwyer: I told you you were going to hurt yourself.

Dwyer: Look at all those bruises...

Selkie: I'm sorry... You were right, Big Brother.

Dwyer: Shh, it's OK. Let me patch you up.

Selkie: I feel better already!

Dwyer: You should still sit down for a little while.

Selkie: OK...

Dwyer: ...Selkie, I'm sorry too.

Dwyer: If I hadn't said you were a kid, you wouldn't have run off.

Selkie: It's OK, Big Brother. I think maybe you were right.

Selkie: I was thinking about the bad guys...

Selkie: Do you think they had big brothers, too?

Dwyer: They might. It shouldn't be something you need to worry about...

Selkie: Then...can I learn what you do?

Dwyer: You mean, healing?

Selkie: Yeah! If you and Papa can do it, can't I?

Dwyer: I'm sure I can try to teach you.

Selkie: If I can help you out, then everyone will be happy, right?

Dwyer: I know that I would be happy to spend more time with my little sister.

Selkie: Then I'll do it! I'll learn, I will!

Dwyer: Of course you will, Selkie.

Dwyer: I'll teach you everything you need to know to be just as good a healer as I am.

Selkie: Yay! Can we start now?! Can we?!

Dwyer: As soon as those bruises fade.

Selkie: OK!