Artemis did not know what to do with herself anymore, unsure of everything in the world around her now that a month of her life was gone. As simple as that, it was gone and there was no way for the young silver girl to get that month back. Eventually she wanted to be happy again; she hoped she would be. For now, however, her life seemed like a dismal reality. Nothing was right, but maybe someday it would be. After all, she had woken up and she was able to move now. Her strength was returning in minimal increments, but she still felt frail and bitterly weakened.
Love was not something Artemis had ever given much thought to. She was still less than a year old and her puphood had been spent adventuring and causing good-natured trouble without meaning to. She was not one to read much, but if she did pick up a book occassionally, it had been an adventure story full of excitement, not a story of love. It was strange to think that Amata had been in love already, but then, she was much older than Artemis was. The silver girl peered at her older sister curiously as the lighter female sighed. Love seemed like an awful lot of trouble if it hurt her like it did. "I'm sorry," she said, though she did not know whether she was apologizing for asking or showing empathy for the pain her sister's love had caused her.
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