my heart is as cold as the clouds of your breath

[Ryan de le Poer]

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They don't tell you what to say
when your whole life has gone to hell.

"Whaa?" Ryan responded, though a broad grin broke across her face. "Half sisters, huh?" She asked enthusiastically. Though she obviously had another mother and maybe even more siblings, Ryan instantly felt a connection. She couldn’t help herself. She took a seat on the ground as well, eager to hear more. "Anselm sent you?" She had wondered about her father and where he had gone off to. She wanted desperately for him to meet his granddaughter and at the time things had been well, she had wanted him to meet DaVinci. "Is he alright? Is he coming home?" She knew of course that he wouldn’t be, at least not right now. He wouldn’t have sent a messenger if he had intentions of returning.

She studied Maserati a bit closer now, noting the identical color of their eyes they had received from their father. Everything else, though, was vastly different. Ryan had inherited more coyote genes and it was clear that Maz was similar to Anselm in that she had more wolf in her blood. She silently wondered about who Maserati’s mother was and if her story was similar to that of Ryan and Lené.

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