Blackfeather Woods Hush hush, the world is quiet

Kotake continued to watch Koume, who had eyes for only her. Her own attentions shifted between her sister and her mother, and soon enough her mother noted that she, too, was awake. At her mothers touch, Kotake looked upward. That her mother expected her to speak was not registered by the typically perceptive Kotake. This was not their norm, after all. Not only this, but Kotake had never followed others footsteps directly; she did what she wished when she was ready, her pace steady and certain. Kotake was no follower. And though she was the younger sister, one would never really know it. That wasn't to say any would assume Koume was the youngest, either; it was difficult to know, particular when seeing the mirror images standing mutely side-by-side.

Her eyes turned back to Koume now, and her head tilted some as she Koume, to her mothers pleasure, repeated the word, though now stepped toward her. Kotake did not yet rise to all fours, content to let her sister come to her as she wished to do. Unless Koume was in need, Kotake would not interfere with her siblings progress.