521 idk if myri would call kharma daddy D8 feels like she might say "dad" too. dunno. also feels like she would have said "mama" except bawwwwwwwwww sad forev. also myri way to make it worse yay 8B
Myrika is by me!
Her gaze drifted over the items, less arranged than haphazardly scattered across the surface of the desk. She didn't want to look up, but she made herself do so, bringing her turquoise eyes up and toward her sister. She watched with itching fingers as some of the grime was lifted from her. Myrika wanted to help, but perhaps more compelling than this desire was the desire to avoid another pained flinch away from her touch. She dropped her hands away from her ribs at the words. The moment the pale coyote said this was the place, Myrika knew it to be true -- even before she continued to speak of Thornloe's destruction or disbandment or whatever had happened. She shifted and glared miserably at the floor.
There was no other place. She needn't agree verbally; the look she gave the old tiled floor was perhaps enough. Even if there was somewhere else to be, she would be leaving behind Vesper, friendships, a feeling of belonging she had never known before in departing, and the tawny-furred coyote did not think herself capable. It had taken long months of delaying, avoiding, and excusing for her to even work up the courage to cross the skull-lined borders. How many more would it take to leave, and if she left, could she ever face returning?
She lifted her nose from the ground and her eyes followed Cassie's motions a moment. When were you there? she asked, trying to keep the whine from the question. Is that why... she touched her own shoulder, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. The wound looked fresher than a journey of such distance, though it was difficult to tell with the muck and dirt and old blood. I saw daddy just before... coming here -- that sounded better than "joining Inferni" -- and he said he was going back. She did not want to think about that, much less talk about it, but to say otherwise or fail to say anything at all felt like lying. The last thing she wanted was to dredge up the possibility of more tragedy to her injured and tired sister, but she wanted to know, too. Or did she? She hung her head a little lower, reaching up to nervously rearrange her hair behind one shoulder.
Maybe she should have gone to Thornloe instead of here. She and their father both might have been there waiting for her sister's return. She had entertained the possibility, however distant, that her mother might well come to Inferni -- or this, Cassie's arrival. And she had been just a little fascinated, too, with unknown quantities of family, however dark they were in tales. It had been so long in getting up her strength and gall to approach, too, she hadn't wanted to walk away. Every reason she could have given, though, was flimsier than the last, and none sounded good enough to even mention. The stone in her center grew just a little heavier, and she exhaled a slow breath to try and ease it, without any effect whatsoever.
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