Shadowwyn Moor moulin rouge

Were this a year ago, she and her sister would have likely blown up at one another. It could definitely be said that the duo had butt heads in their youth, and were even prone to doing so now. They were different but also quite similar. It happened to be their similarities that caused them to clash more often than not, but occasionally, their differences, too. They were sisters. That was life. But above all, they loved one another. Mistakes and intentional asshatery aside.

At her sisters "stipulation", Eshe whined herself. No. She had learned her lesson. She'd rather die than make that same mistake again. "You live and you learn" she'd been taught... and she had learned, but unfortunately a bit too late. "I won't." Eshe meant it. Of course, she'd always meant the things she said... but this she'd certainly stand by, knowing the cost of not. Eshe had decided that she'd rather die than that occur again. "...That means, you have to come with me." She grinned now. "I don't know any of them quite that well, but they're forming a new pack so... it worked." In the spirit of new beginnings, she had joined them... but Quill was but a moniker, now. Eshe Endore wasn't something she could refuse.