MajorMinor: Dropping In
Don't be so over-protective, they said. It'll be an adventure, they said. You'll you'll be upgraded to Galalxy Dragon once you tell them about our explaration, they said.
/Lies\\. All of it.
The snow pelting at them was absolutely terrible. Lashes of it, blindingly white, was slapping them in the face as they trekked through their snow-barren territory. Spring had to catch his scarf out of the air more than once as swirls of snow unraveled it right from his neck. It was the snowy season of course, and Winter was in charge of their little 'quartet' for the entire four months of it. One of the perks of being named after a season. The others were all named after seasons too, and Spring was the most ridiculous alpha out of all of them. Summer just let 'em do whatever, and Autumn arranged coronations for both him and Winter, once Summer's own time was up. But back to the misery and despair.
The entire landscape was tinted almost /blue/ and it took everything Winter had not to break down. Why did he always let himself be dragged into the most ourageous tasks? He /was/ the leader right now after all, but the way Spring looks at you with those /eyes/ and Autumn's /face/ when he wants something. He definitely inherited all of mother's charms. Summer just sits there and /stares/, making you feel utterly uncomfortable until you agree to go along with whatever plan had been concocted.
So here they all are, trudging through the Boreal Forest of Canada in the middle of the harshest winter /ever/ (exaggeration), for the sake of a childish adventure story. Seem Disney enough to you?
Suddenly, Winter senses a tightening of the air in one direction and slam to a halt, making Summer bump into him, resulting in all four of them hurtling down an ice-covered hill somehow, right down towards the lake. He braced himself, ready to feel the sensation of cracking ice and the strain of having to swim and save him brothers, but instead he was just pulled forward into a swirling current. He realized none too soon that he was being sucked into a Portal and trid to wrestle hid way out, but to avail. They'd been trapped
Next thing he knew, they'd all uncermoniously dumped on the hardwood floor of a colorful and vibrant living room, letting out grunts of disapproval as they hit the hard surface. Spring was the first to get up, then Winter, and and after making sure none were hurt, they helped their MajorMinors. The sound of a door opening and closing sets an alarm off for all four and they duck behind anything that could hide them, backs against couches, and divans, and chairs alike.
"Look, I just don't think it'll work, travelling all the way to Russia just to speak with an Institute's people there," a smooth, male voice disagreed. "Fire message is just as effictient."
"Fire messages can also go astray," said a female voice, followed by other, agreeing voices.
"Not if you send them off right."
"Magnus! I don't see why you're complaining, it's not as if you'll be going," a younger female voice snapped, though the undertone was playful. "/You'll/ be free to lounge around while the rest of us interrogate."
"Interrogate for what? To find out who Mother Russia is?," Magnus scoffed. The couch Autmun was hiding behind balked slightly as a body flung itself upon it. "I doubt you'll find anything."
"Russia is one of the other places Sebastion never visited," another male voice intervened. "It only makes sense to check it out."
Did he just say Sebastion?, Winter wondered, leaning cautiously around his chair. None of the newcommers were facing in his direction, but he was able to get a good look. The one who had thrown himself onto the couch and who was unmistakeably a warlock was the one who caught his eye first, all honey-colored skin and golden cateyes. He wore dark blue skinnies and a green top and a necklace, along with makeup, eyeliner, and literaly a /bucket/ of glitter. This one was probably Magnus, since he looked the most exotic.
Three were all pale, undoubtedly family, all with black hair and different shades of blue eyes- except for one. The only one who looked out of place in that group of family by the door was the blonde one, with electrical gold eyes and a hard, arrogant way in which he seemed to hold himself. There were two girls, one older -the mother- and one younger -the daughter- along with a son who seemed to be about the age of adulthood.
Suddenly, the blonde one swept his eyes around the room, landing on the chair Spring was hiding behind-which was a rocking chair. Sensing he'd been caught, Spring turned and the two boys stared at each other for a moment, before rushing. Winter, being the protecting big brother he was, flashed out from behind the chair and tackled the blondie into the floor.