Tayui's chest heaved as she gasped for air. She tried to keep quiet, but would let out small squeaks every so often as she attempted to inhale without sounding like a whale. All the while, her mind was racing. As she retracted her claws, she watched her sister carefully. Her arm was shaking, but it felt good; she had wanted to do that for so long now, but the moment was bittersweet. She fuelled the fire by replying with a snarl: bared fangs and cruel intentions. She wanted to do so much more to force her sister to understand she was nothing like what Aurèle thought. Everything Aurèle knew about her was based on falsification, omission of truth, and flat-out lies. Or, so she assumed. Even now, when her sister brought her the news of her daughter's death, the one thing that made her attack her own kin was Aurèle's lies. Her sister came with her head held low, but now left with indignation. The thought made Tayui's blood burn.
She watched as her sister left, both glad to see the woman depart and sad to see her sister abandon her. There were too many emotions for her to sort out now; until she did, she would not be speaking to her sister. Not after what she had said. Not after Tayui felt the urge to strike her again. There were some things she would not allow herself to do again -- but it was not as noble as Tayui would have liked to think.