and the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor
Vesper recognized the word “letter,” and she understood the concept of the symbols being strung together to make something greater by equating it to words in sentences. However, once a string of said letters began to pour from her sibling’s mouth, she was lost. Her expression clearly said so; brows pulled together slightly as her ear fell back against her head, and she looked almost like an overwhelmed child. Her confusion became almost painful at the sound of her own name.
It was the name of the auburn-haired woman that drew her from her mental shutdown, but she only shook her head in answer. Sparrow had picked up on reading and spelling very quickly, it seemed, but Ves knew that she would look stupid going over the same concepts. The last thing she wanted to do was look stupid in front of the object of her affections. Such an imbalance of skill frightened her—and it was not the same as Myrika’s lack of proficiency in fighting compared to her. Even botched sparring turned into playing and touching, and Ves figured she’d look weird doing the same during a reading lesson.
Shaking those images from her head, she watched silently as the petite coywolf addressed Stark. The raven acknowledged her with a pleasant quork but little else; he seemed in his own little world, or perhaps he was just being polite and not eavesdropping on the siblings’ long-due conversation.
Vesper frowned at the other’s question, until she realized that it was just a playful remark, at which point she smiled awkwardly. She still wasn’t sure where she fit in relation to the raven, only that he saw her as his own; her own feelings were still mixed. Unless Stark wanted to adopt Sparrow too, there would be no such bond, and she had her suspicions about the answer to that.
“Is there anything besides knocking into fights?” the scarred coyote asked sinisterly, feigning a hungry glare in her little sister’s direction. Her mirth died down as she thought seriously about the question, and she blinked. “Actually, I hadn’t been up to anything else.” That she had tried to learn about the region while meeting new people was to be expected, and she doubted that Sparr wanted a list of all the canines she’d run into. Besides the actions necessary for survival, she had done nothing but fight, and if she wasn’t physically fighting, she was swapping verbal blows.
“Nothing else,” Vesper repeated, and the epiphany dawned on her. With wide eyes void of anything but this realization, she looked at her sibling. “Was that my life?”
and vesper brings the convo back into the realm of depressing
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