sorry for the crappyness. ; ;
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She felt some comfort as Vesper continued to do calming things; gentle touches, spoke soft words of encouragement. Sparrow’s vivid emotions dwindled until they lacked their harshness, though their stinging lingered. But, she did not allow them to bother her as she returned her sister’s small smile after her nip, her lips barely curving to show the ghost of a grin. “I guess there isn’t,” she agreed, “Inferni seems to have hearts of stone.” She was kidding, but there was some half-truth in her words; the clan as a majority was strong-willed and tough, but it was coupled with a form of unmerciful coldness when it came to the things they hated that did not allow sympathy or other emotions that would make one weak. She guessed that one day she would become like them, having the history to give just reason, but at that moment her heart was made of sand, easily crumpled and molded.
The hybrid did not respond to her second statement, knowing that her silence was answer enough. Perhaps one day they would be able to speak more about Sparrow’s past without regret, anger, and pain, but it was not that rainy day. All Vesper could do was assume and guess until the right time came.
Sparrow never thought of her strong, the opposite seeming to make the most sense. But, when the other spoke of her survival, she began to think that she had been underestimating herself; she had went to the hell that was their father and back, and she had somehow managed to live long enough to arrive to Inferni and fond her sister. Maybe, in some sort of weird sense, she was just as strong as Vesper, but she found it hard to believe. Still, she wondered about it.
She turned her head a bit as her sibling spoke again, and murmured, “You’ve said all that needed to be said.” She had made her realized that she needed to stop thinking about the “what if”s, among many other things. Sparrow’s smile became slightly fuller at Vesper’s last words, watching her lay back down in her skins, and settled her own head back on her paws. “Thank you,” the mottled coywolf replied, and added, “For everything.” While she appreciated the shelter from the rain, she was grateful for more than that.
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