Duskfire Glacier usurped

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tulip can be skipped from now on :)

the other did not stop his verbal assault, and her brother could not hide his shock. she was not meant to be there, it was clear, and instantly, she felt misplaced. she had not meant to hear what had occurred, what trouble had transpired between the two, and for a fraction of a second did the worry that she would be targeted for her trouble pass through her mind, and oh, did her insecurities latch on. she trembled violently as her brother turned to her, wide-eyed with disbelief. was he mad? she was instantly sorry. but he did not reprimand her, he spoke of his own apologies. 

except she was not too sure. after all, never before had she been exposed to such hate in her life. she willed herself to put on a brave face and face the storm as the valiant Rose did, however, the constant squabble back and forth was much too loud for ears that had not heard such anger and she winced at every exclamation, both of sensitivity and timid emotion. tulip had no place barging in like she had, she knew it quite well. a little girl like her could do no impact on the tense situation despite her core need to make things right. perhaps the only thing she could do, was leave while she could. she had little choice in the matter anyhow. "oh, um, o-okay," her eyes shifted unsteadily between her brother and the other, unsure if it was in their best interest that she leave. perhaps should she leave, they would resume the bitter argument she had stumbled upon, and she would be left with not two half siblings but one. she could not loose another.

deciding not to leave, but to pretend -- the most nefarious thing she had done in her life -- she would just as easily intervene should she need to again. eyes cast down, she back shuffled, retreating into the bushed from where she had come. a part of her urged her to carry on, ignore the horrible emotions that circled the air, but she found herself rooted just beyond the scene, eyes carefully placed in view of the scene while ears flickered, listening in on every word spoken. she could not be as stone-faced and resilient as her older, half-sister, but she simply could not ignore the need for peace. if she was not strong enough to push them away from each other's throats, she would do her best to keep it from happening again. the two eventually spoke of forgiveness, of regret, but the girl tulip was still shaken. perpetually changed, she could not go on without reflecting on all she had learned about emotion; that such a thing as fury existed. she wondered if she had felt it before, and she worried that she ever would. the tremble in her hind, however, had not ceased and would not for some time.

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