Table © Alaine Silence washed over the pair of women for a little while, the younger girl still curled within herself as the older woman's thoughts seemed to collect. The lilac pup thought nothing of joy could ever come out of her terrible ordeal, and certainly, the silence only seemed to confirm that. Suddenly, gently, the little off-chocolate bundle found herself gently being lifted into the air, and cradled close to the blue merle's warm chest. Taken aback, the young female could do nothing but hang suspended in white ruffed slate, struck with the shock of obviously making the older dog wet again. Words of consolation flowed quietly from the older collie's mouth, causing the child to bury her face in soft white ruff. She felt strangely at ease, despite being carried about by a stranger. She missed being cared for, carried and babied like the pup she was supposed to be. Only in the very early days of her life had such warmth even attempted to be shown to her. She was unsure what to do besides cry- which she did quite profusely. Though they were not wracking, shaking sobs, it was certainly obvious the whelp was harboring a heavy heart. Once asked to listen, Sylvie could find no reason (nor was able) to not do so. Slender fingers slipped through soft puppy ruff as Ruri began her story. First was the realization that this collie too was from Florida. Such a thing made the girl feel almost immediately attached to the woman she so clung to- surely, then, she understood the squalor of the swampy areas from which she hailed? This comforted Sylvie as she registered the next thing. Blind...? Well, that would explain why Ruri's eyes were blue yes... but for all that her mother had dug in that little puppy brain about the uselessness of a blind creature, Ruri seemed to get along just fine as she was. And yet Ruri's mother had abandoned her just as Sylvie's mother had abandoned her. Sylvie had never found out that she was a bastard child, born of a terrible rape and tossed as soon as her worth ended, but she had an inkling of not belonging to her 'father'. Her pelt colors didn't fit what he could give, after all. And then came a bombshell. Something the intelligent little girl had never considered. They were related? Sisters, even? Deep violet gems opened wide in shock and amazement. Her terrible mother... mother to more than she? Though she still cared about the woman that shoved her into a plastic dingy and threw her out to sea, Sylvie felt confusion, anger, sadness... a whirlwind of emotions as the thought of siblings beneath her parents' rule. What terribly painful things had they done to them? Ruri was suddenly a martyr, a valkyrie among dying men. Unsure of what to say, or even do, the child awkwardly offered up something to break her bout of silence. "S... S... Sisters?" She had never had a sibling before- Sylvie had always been kept separate, the only child of a bastard litter. Any siblings of Ruri's litter would have been grown and gone by then. Surprise and excitement slipped in around her slowly ceasing crying jags. What was it like to have a sister?
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