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"'Much in common'," she parroted back to him, grinned in amusement, nudged his shoulder back with the flat of his hand when he nudged hers. "Come to think of it, I have much baxt to not look like you," she teased, but knew that it was a jest that was not necessarily true--one look at them and anyone could see that they were related and, at the very most, brother and sister. They were so alike, same hair and eyes, the darker skin of the Air'riela. So alike they could have very well been twins, the era that separated them of little note.
At his suggestion to take care of the tattoo now, Gitana grinned, tossed her hair because she knew that he was not saying something, if his look towards Kizzy was any indication. That he didn't say anything at all--didn't play the part of big brother set to scold--was merely a mark of his own excitement and eagerness. "You just want to show off. 'Look what I can do that you cannot', eh?" But she was only teasing him again and laughed as she gathered up the lead attached to Kizzy's halter.
"All right, let's go. I'm done with Kizzy anyway. If she could get any cleaner she'd sparkle and shine like gold, isn't that right, Kiz?" she crooned at the horse, roughly patting the colorwash's sleek shoulder. She clicked her tongue in encouragement and reluctantly the horse gave up the leaves of the bush, turning her head to follow.
As Jehan took off running, she made a noise of protest, but she quickly hopped up onto the colorwash's back and finished the rest of the way at a trot. He got there before hand because she had paused to mount up and the distance was still short enough that regardless she would not have beaten him. "I bet I would beat you in a fair race, prala." She grinned at him as she slid down off Kizzy's back. They hadn't been racing--no one had really suggested it--but Gitana seemed fixed on the notion that she could beat her older brother at just about anything she put her mind to. So she thought. "But maybe I should get this tattoo first so that I have baxt on my side!"
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