Phoenix Maplewood there is a girl in the lobby of a cheap hotel

"i'll hurt yo-"

she startles from her sweet find at the outburst, pelt prickling as her mind raced straight to alsek at the threat of hostility seething behind her. however when her figure concludes the speedy 360 turn to face the sudden threat, arched back fell slack whilst narrowed eyes grew comically wide in her utter shock. she could almost swoon at the jarring palpitations of her agitated heart, how had she gone from blissfully drinking at luscious sap to thinking she were about to be attacked to blinking right into the face of her missing sister in a matter of seconds. this cannot be real, her unco find was surely sinking cruel claws into her tender mind now and drawing up uncannily realistic hallucinations.

yet even as she considers it she knows deep down it is not true and that it is a solid figure standing before her and under the scent of the wilderness she could make out the familiar musk that was- "lainie" she breathed, finishing the train of thought aloud on a shaky exhale. despite already knowing of her sister's living status thanks to valette, it is still achingly remarkable to see her standing before her, living rather than crushed under nefarious rock. something racks free from her constricting chest, sounding like a warped mixture of both a sob and a laugh as she spluttered "lainie!"

and without waiting for any sort of invitation, she'd throw herself into a tenderly ferocious embrace with the night kissed girl; eyes squeezed shut as she tried to discard anything else in the entire world except for the feeling of her sister's hairs tickling at her nose as eyes burned with taunting mist.