The Heartwood color me in gold

There was a bubbling mixture of anger and jealousy that spilled into her chest. The other Blackthorn seemed as though she was familiar with some of the trouble Finley would get herself into. Lucy wondered what it would have been like if this sibling had been the one who was scooped up in her youth and taken from everything she knew. The shadow wondered if she would be having the conversation with Liffey, and not the other way around. The literal black sheep nodded her head softly and shrugged her shoulders in response to this wolf's response. She bit against her tongue and reminded herself that she needn't spill the truth just yet.

“Right, sure,” the ghoul answered her with a ghostly little smile on the edges of her lips. Finley was just... unique she reminded herself in the voice of her sister. It drove her to a distinct sort of madness and she breathed a heavy sigh. “Was she a good mother?” the dark girl then inquired with a tilt of her crown. Her pale blue gaze latched tightly to the features of her sister's face and the happiness that shone there.