Otter Creek Sister, sister

Kendra let out a soft 'oh'. She got it now. It sounded like something her father used to talk about it when going to bed, only a bit, because he did not talk often about their mother. For Kendra it was a bit of a pity but she could understand that her father would miss her mother a lot. It had all been very fresh and he only tarted about it recently. The way Potema explained it was more clear to her. The girl nodded slowly, keeping her keen pale eyes on the female with some curiosity.

However, Potema telling her that she could talk to mother was something that made her wonder. She was not sure if talking to the dead was possible, but what did she know? She tried talking to her mother's bones but she never returned. "Can you tell her that ---," she started but then she realized that she didn't know what she wanted to say to her mother. "I wish I could see her," she then admitted to her sister. It was unfair that she didn't get to know her mother while everyone thought she was so great.

Kendra frowned at Potema's last words. She disliked that the girl spoke such wishes out loud that she wanted to be trained more by her mother. How about her? Kendra hadn't even known het mother let alone learned things from her. She let out a soft scowl. Maybe it was a hint of jealously that was there for the first time seeing that Kendra never had something she needed to be jealous about.