Alassa sighed in utter contentment as Reannen brushed her hair. It felt so amazing. "Thanks for this. Sometimes I wish I'd been born a cat and could just get petted all day."<br/><br/>She huddled tighter in her sister's lap, feeling the chilly wintry air. She looked up at one point, and saw that her sister had zoned out. She glanced up front; their foster father was totally tuned out at the wheel, his own music going and his eyes on the road. Alassra enjoyed the bench style back seats that their minivan had and the fact that he let them ride in the third row; it lent a nice feeling of privacy and comfort, like their own little warm cave.<br/><br/>Timidly, but with a beatific grin on her face, Alassa slowly sat up from her zoned-out sister's lap. Her cheek brushed across her sister's, and then she turned her lips over so slightly. she kissed Reannen with the most feathery-light of kisses, along her cheek, and then the edge of her lips.