Ava's shrill screams continued for their entire ascent into the skies, and even after they had levelled out and were simply flying forwards. She only finally stopped when she ran out of breath.
Her screams turning to heavy pants as her face had turned completely purple, the part of the saddle she had been gripping was completely ruined and crushed by such small, delicate hands.
Seth couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh as he glanced over his shoulder at his sister. He waited for her to catch her breath, before smiling at her warmly.
"Finished? Or do you want to go for round 2? Because if you're going to start again, you should let us know so we can plug our ears."
"Yeah sis. Are you sure you didn't turn into a banshee? Your real mutation should be a sonic attack." Woe teased with smirk, nudging her with his shoulder.
Ava's blue face turned a shade of purple as she blushed with embarassment.
