Whitefish River Blue Monday [BWP P3]

As so much uncertainty loomed, she took a firm, fast grip on the most grounding thing she could--Spica's voice, her urging, and every last word. Syrma didn't really think about it, she supposed she didn't need to, but after the world's shortest nod, she bolted after her sister so long as she was still able. She couldn't stand the thought of being separated on top of everything else, not at a time like this especially, so that was a priority she could make real.

However, their mom's tone upset her attempt for fearlessness and her ears flattened back against her head hard. She started to want to protest, even as she had needed to stop thanks to that; usually they didn't need it. But, this was big and potentially very bad. Mom!! she protested, unable to keep all the fear out of the shrill height it reached as her voice jumped out of her. But don't leave us! So what if she said she'd be back--and that she didn't need them in danger with her, that with Tobias was the best place for them and it really, absolutely was right now; this twin wasn't having it, even if it made too much sense and maybe her brother really needed the help somewhere.

She was too scared to see quite past the selfishness of it, and separating at all seemed far too wrong.. as if uprooting so suddenly on top of it all wasn't bad enough. Syrma was going to do everything she could to stay with Spica (who would not be getting out of her sight) if all else failed.