Tags Quinn you are it.
"Quinn, your teachers have informed me about you getting into a fistfight with your classmates, today." The matriarch of the Featherwind family states disappointedly over the kitchen table. Quinn fidgets uncomfortably under her mother's intense glare.
"But the other kids were making fun of me!" States the little brunette girl after a while in a harsh angry tone. "They kept saying that I'm adopted."
Anivia merely shakes her head at those words. "Still, that doesn't give you the right to hurt other people, Quinny."
"They had it coming…" Mutters Quinn under her breath and the Cryophoenix's eyes instantly narrow dangerously.
"Naughty children should be punished." Says Anivia, completely ignoring her husband's pleading look until Azir lowers his head and lets out a quiet sigh behind his newspaper. "Go back to your room, Quinn, there will be no bird snacks for you tonight, young lady."
The little brunette girl knows better than to protest as Quinn angrily gets up from her seat and stomps away to the second floor where she throws herself on her giant perch with a shudder.
"It's not fair," Quinn mumbles pitifully as her brother, Valor hesitantly approaches the irritated young brunette and starts preening her unruly hair with his beak. "It's not fair, Val, those kids were being mean to me! So why am I the only one that gets punished?"
The humongous blue eagle merely lets out a soft croak. Quinn then slowly raises her head to send a smile her brother's way. Damn, Valor always knew what to say to make the featherless brunette feel better. Even if he was probably adopted…