[/html]She picked the bone clean, delicately stripping away every last piece of meat and licking her lips of all traces of blood. Leaning forward on her good foot, she placed the bone on the desk, then settled back down in her seat. All the while, Cassandra listened. and worked to keep her face still, free of the things she felt. None of the reasons, none of the words or the names, surprised her. They were all only affirmations of what she'd known and suspected from the start.
Myrika had never wanted to stay in Thornloe; it had been clear the day they left. Neither had she been very interested in finding Rachias, though this her sister understood better. So she'd come here, and kind-hearted as she was, she'd made friends and companions of the creatures within the skull-lined borders. A deep jealousy came to Cassandra, burning painfully with the knowing that she could never compete. Inferni, for all its wretched, blood-stained and God-fearing history, provided a home for Myrika, both physically and emotionally. Thornloe was gone; Kharma was too, and Cassandra was only a ghost, intent on fading away.
There was really nothing for her to say. This was her sister's new home, and it would never be hers.
"Who's Vesper?" the pallid woman asked decidedly, voice still quiet and words coming slow. She asked the question, but found she cared little for the answer. It was some Infernian, some coyote or hybrid, some unimportant name to her and someone of what had to be the greatest significance to her sister. Or maybe not. If she had no where else to go or belong to, then even a name and creature of the smallest significance could hold her here. Cassandra kept her voice soft and still, but the twitch of her ears and the lash of her tail surely gave her away.
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