Northstar Vale You're different from the rest, sister

The blossoms reminded Hime of home. They were vibrant, with most of the blooms having fallen from the trees to line the earth. The smell of them was pungent and a touch bitter - hinged with death, you could argue. The floral quality was stronger and helped subdue the rest. It was also pretty easy to see where someone had walked, disturbing the clusters.

Somehow Hime had managed to stay within the Vale without issue. Her sister remained a ghost; but she'd encountered a few others, notably the slut Queen and a few recruits, and none of them were worthy of this fine Vale. Neither was Reiko really, not to Hime. It was too beautiful here. A real kingdom could settle here and thrive under the correct ruler — a thought that made Hime smirk darkly to herself.

As she trailed through the grove though, she came upon the scent of her sister. It was stronger here than anywhere else; more potent than the borders, and sweet, like milk. It was destined to happen eventually and Hime was not afraid of her sister, rather, she knew their history and banked on Reiko's sickly sweet nature, her spinelessness, and knew how to utilize all of it.

Her approach was poised, striding with finesse along the path as her sister's corpulent figure came in to her view; she was like a chubby cloud, husky, with a thick white coat that Hime was vaguely jealous of. She drifted to where her sister was laying and without even turning to look her in the eye, she drawled sardonically, Sister, dear, there you are.

How had she missed her for this long? My, she adds with a dip of her gaze over Reiko's round figure, how you've let yourself go.