There was nothing in Eris that was sympathetic; it would seem such an emotion was simply beyond her, or maybe she was simply so self-absorbed that she could not help but be ignorant of even the existence of such feelings. If there was just one thing easily discernible about the sable-shaded hybrid, it was her selfishness. Even so, she saw herself reflected in the stranger's tale about her family, and she smiled a toothy and humorless grin. “Vengeance isn't on your mind?” the woman asked, genuinely surprised by this prospect. Looking at her mother, one might have inferred vengeance was the only thing worth pursuing in life. In Eris's mind, this was the most natural course—revenge for her family, or on her cowardly brother.
The canine was troubled by the comparison, troubled by the analogy—what was a rose good for, anyway? There was no power lurking within them, no mystic ability for anything. They smelled good, but they died quickly, withering once they were cut from the earth. “Maybe. If I am a rose, then you're the only one to see me that way,” she said, her voice rather caustic. Her mother saw no value in her; nobody back at home did, and it was all Kaena's fault—she had twisted the story in her own favor long before Eris had even come here.
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