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Parker was troubled.
This was a common occurrence in the tides of her feelings these days, but they never came easier to her. Nor did her once abundant smiles, but she was trying. For Artemis, and of course her mother. The quiet girl would never forget the sudden surge of relief she felt when those rich green eyes locked with her own tired gold as she sat abandoned to die in that godforsaken hole. The cold had almost overcome her, and had it not been for her mother, she wouldn't be here alive and well today. But no matter what she did, or how ever many times she tossed and turned in her bed, she could not shake the image of those emotionless red eyes from her mind, and the flint of the arrow as it was notched back and aimed at the place right between her eyes. They were seared into her skull like everlasting marks that would haunt her for what seemed like forever.
However, she had more to worry about than her own lack of sleep. Artemis had not spoken much since awakening from her coma, and Parker often spotted her sitting in the common room, clutching that red ball like a lifeline. A great part of her wanted it gone, because if it wasn't for that simple object, none of this would have started to begin with. But like dominoes pushed by fate's hand, it was the catalyst for all of it. These hellish two months that left her drained, and left her silver sister silenced and empty. Artemis falling, Denali running away and his subsequent... no, she didn't want to think of that. Parker couldn't; it hurt too much.
So maybe she could sympathize. Maybe a bit of understanding between them would bring her out of her shell, and help her find the answers she was looking for.
Grabbing her scarf off the banister where she'd left it the night before, she slung it around her neck before trotting down the stairs and out onto the porch. Here she slowed her pace a little, softened her footsteps as not to disturb her sister much should Artemis shoo her off. Her gold eyes briefly flitted to the ball clutched in her hand then to her neck where the other hand rested. Parker made a soft noise to announce her presence, ears lifted off of her reddish-blond mane as she regarded her sister with a glance, motioning to the step beside her in a clear question of: am I welcome?
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