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Haven could not be blamed for his emotion. Blame didn't even cross her mind when she'd become upset; of course she could not possibly blame her older brother for upsetting her. He hadn't been the one to upset her. She was entirely too sensitive, and too young to recognize this clearly enough to change it. Somewhere inside she felt sorry for him too, for his lapse in happiness, and hoped he did not blame her for upsetting him. She didn't want him to be unhappy with her. This was often an issue; the girl was paranoid about others' disapproval, no matter from whom it came. She wished to make others smile. Haven must smile again, she thought, because it brought her pleasure to see him happy.
Her smile seemed to do well toward this, as the dark corners of his lips turned upward in what she hoped was a sign of happy relief. Something changed in the girl afterward, and she felt no more need to be upset at the moment. His words rendered her thoughtful for a brief moment, as he'd given her a taste of reality today, a helpful one that would undoubtedly prompt her emotional growth: no being, no matter how elevated in her mind, was perfect. There was a tiny flaw now in her mother's perfection, yet the girl still loved her mother. She could not think to hard about this now, though. Perhaps the child would reconsider later, or when she had matured. But she had learned something valuable from Haven, there was no doubt.
She felt the soft tip of a warm muzzle on the fuzzy fur of her head. Her laughter rang out; she was exceedingly joyful now that the uncertainty was over. She felt his love in both his touch and in the words he spoke, and had no reason to doubt him. "I's happ-ee...!" she told him, bumping his foreleg with her own snout. "You'wr a good brother, Haven." Let there be no question that the girl adored her brother, and right from the beginning.
Haven could not be blamed for his emotion. Blame didn't even cross her mind when she'd become upset; of course she could not possibly blame her older brother for upsetting her. He hadn't been the one to upset her. She was entirely too sensitive, and too young to recognize this clearly enough to change it. Somewhere inside she felt sorry for him too, for his lapse in happiness, and hoped he did not blame her for upsetting him. She didn't want him to be unhappy with her. This was often an issue; the girl was paranoid about others' disapproval, no matter from whom it came. She wished to make others smile. Haven must smile again, she thought, because it brought her pleasure to see him happy.
Her smile seemed to do well toward this, as the dark corners of his lips turned upward in what she hoped was a sign of happy relief. Something changed in the girl afterward, and she felt no more need to be upset at the moment. His words rendered her thoughtful for a brief moment, as he'd given her a taste of reality today, a helpful one that would undoubtedly prompt her emotional growth: no being, no matter how elevated in her mind, was perfect. There was a tiny flaw now in her mother's perfection, yet the girl still loved her mother. She could not think to hard about this now, though. Perhaps the child would reconsider later, or when she had matured. But she had learned something valuable from Haven, there was no doubt.
She felt the soft tip of a warm muzzle on the fuzzy fur of her head. Her laughter rang out; she was exceedingly joyful now that the uncertainty was over. She felt his love in both his touch and in the words he spoke, and had no reason to doubt him. "I's happ-ee...!" she told him, bumping his foreleg with her own snout. "You'wr a good brother, Haven." Let there be no question that the girl adored her brother, and right from the beginning.