I think obnoxiousness must run in the family. The human female’s mother is fine, but her sister has done nothing but insult me this trip. According to her, I “pick on the human female too much.” Ha! As if I give the human female even a tenth of the trouble she gives me!
At any rate, I think I may have to focus some of my attention on the sister, just to teach her a little respect.
At the moment, the human female and her sister are playing a game. There are colorful wooden tiles involved, and the object appears to be to get six of one shape or one color in a row. What happens if I stick in an extra one?
What, did I mess up the game? How do you know it’s not this orange one causing all the trouble? Or maybe it’s the purple one?
The human female has now won a couple of games, so the two of them are just fooling about with the tiles. The sister is adamant that they be laid out in an orderly manner. You could say it’s a compulsion.
I am happy to oblige with green ones.
Sigyn, of course, has volunteered to handle the red ones. The sisters are making some sort of giant array.
What happens, I wonder, if I do just a tiny bit of meddling? How about one tile? Is that irksome?
Eehehehehe! The sister’s eye is starting to twitch. Apparently this one small deviation from the pattern is enough to make her profoundly uncomfortable.
Too bad for you, mortal. My dearest is happy to see this see this red star right here, so you are just going to have to learn to like it…