Dawnlark Plains move like grey skies

she wanted to by happy for him. she was, truly, but it was tainted by a pang of jealousy and regret and shame, emotions she clutched tightly yet stung like an angered wasp. the fact of the matter was that she did not deserve what her brother would soon have, that was clear and vivid and no amount of wallowing would change that. nonetheless, at his final words a ghost of a smile tugged at her muzzle. "I won't" it had been a long time since she'd done so, and she couldn't imagine doing something so stupid now. 

and with an echo of his words and a farewell, she turned and was gone.