[center][h1][i][color=6ecff6]|Helena and Henrik|[/color][/i][/h1][/center]

“Hester! What a beautiful name for a beautiful lady!” Henrik exclaimed, taking to her shyness with ease. “This is my sister, Helena. Don’t mind her quietness; she’s a bitch, really.”

Helena glared at Henrik, but otherwise said nothing. In truth, she was more than pissed off now. Henrik got to feed and she didn’t? But she kept her composure, just like she was taught to. Perhaps if she wasn’t so hungry, she would have been able to deal with striking out before she had even begun, but she couldn’t think past the hollow in her stomach and the throbbing in her throat. She was [i]hungry[/i]. And then, as if to cheer her up, the Gods sent a freaking chicken!

The chicken swooped down and attacked the other girl, bringing her down to the ground. Helena allowed her lips to quirk upwards, not bothering to move a muscle to help the girl – Hester, was it? – while Henrik swooped downwards, grabbing the chicken with both hands. He openly glared at Helena before depositing the chicken into her hands as he gave his hand to Hester to let her up. Helena rubbed the head of the chicken, silently thanking the Gods for a little bit of entertainment to her otherwise dull and boring day. Another smug quirk of her lips and Helena dropped the chicken to the ground, letting it move towards her piglet, Alf.

“Ignore my sister.” Henrik muttered, seeing Helena’s amusement on her otherwise stoic face. “I’ll make sure the chicken doesn’t bother you.”