[/html]It would have been nice, peaceful, even, if she had chanced upon her sister anyplace else. Even on the very same peninsula, if she had found Myrika to be a part of any other pack, any other clan, it would have been different. Then her sister could have stayed the golden child, at least, and one of the two daughters would not have fallen from grace. (But either way, she knew she'd fallen further.) She knew there was irony buried deep in her father's words and ideals. You mustn't judge, Cassandra, but stay away from this place all the same. What was that, if it wasn't judging? But she held fast to Kharma's words knowing well their flaws because they were all she had had for a very long time.
The pallid woman swept her ears back when her sister stirred, not wanting the silence to end, but she listened to her sister's words carefully and was quiet only a short moment after. "Thank you," she said, voice barely above a whisper. "I do like the quiet. Thank you." Cassandra felt defeated somehow. That she was there because she needed protection and help still did not sit well with her, but she decided to come in spite of the betrayal she felt, and she had come, so what could she do but accept the help she had asked for in the first place? She had no right to anger here. She had come on her own.
"I prefer meat uncooked, if that's all right." She was looking away again, uncomfortable and awkward and stupid. She didn't belong there. Neither of them did. "Who's Halo?"
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