Alix was used to what seemed like boring walks through museum days, days where all that she learned were mostly history based lessons. Honestly, she couldn't tell you how many times she went on vacation with her family and stopped by museums to look through their exhibits and spend all day there.
She could probably recite historical facts in her sleep, especially Ancient Egyptian ones, but at the same time, she wouldn't trade her family for the world. Not when, she was standing next to Jalil on her skates and giggling as he slipped and fell over his.
Just days like this felt better than almost anything, and she couldn't help her confident grin as she skated circles around her older brother, "Jalil, come on! You're older than me." She teased as she skated around and around and around him, still giggling as he slipped and fell down again.
"Not everyone was born with wheels on, Alix." Jalil scolded her as he tried to stand on still way too wobbly legs.
"Be confident. Ease up." Alix advised, loving when she was the one perfectly in her element.
Alix couldn't help her own smile when her father, with skates finally on, skated over to her, "It's easy when you try to be confident." He wasn't the best skater, not nearly as well as their mom used to be, but he did have a little praxtice and had helped Alix out when she was much younger.
"Yeah, Jalil." She chirped, moving as effortlessly as if she were born with wheels on her feet, proving Jalil right with every single move.
"I can't help it that I'm not like you guys." Jalil finally stood without immediately falling over, "I was made for history textbooks and studying up on Egypt, not for trying to rollerskate with my little sister."
"It helps to be well rounded." Alix told him with a wide grin, "How come I can recite history textbooks too?"
"You still ask for help with your homework all the time, Alix." Jalil scolded her as he was met with an eyeroll.
"Yeah, well, it makes it easier, and you teach me extra stuff. I'll just go to Dad next time, he knows more anyway." She retorted.
"That was rude of you." Jalil scolded.
"You can trust me to help you out, just don't fight." Their father answered them, and Alix sent a beaming smile back his way.
"Okay." Alix found herself chirping again, "Want me to hold your hand, big brother?"
"No, not really." Not like Alix expected him to say, 'yes.' They both tended to be too prideful to accept help from each other and give the other an advantage often enough.
Alix shrugged as she skated away, quick on her beloved skates, and happy to have another moment where she was completely in her element, and despite any and every fight that she and Jalil had, she loved her family like nothing else. No one else would just mix all of their interests together and try to balance everything with each other.
Then again, Alix had never really asked someone to and likely wouldn't; she'd prefer the quiet, sometimes bewildered acceptance of her family whether it made her somwhat of a black sheep or not. She loved them dearly and would still fight to protect them even though she'd rarely ever had to.