Honeyed Pasture Look at all the stars they have fallen

If anything had been needed to convince Figment that his sister was hurting worse than ever she had before, it was this moment. She didn't fight. She didn't yell. She barely said a word.

She simply fled.

He knew he should go after her, but he was too startled and dismayed to move. There was something horribly wrong with seeing Fennec walk away like this. It felt as though she was giving in. Giving up. She had always been a fighter, since they were kids, even before her eyesight began to fail. Why wouldn't she fight now? Was she really so broken?

For the first time, Fig wasn't sure what to do. He'd always just innately known how to help her, how to be there for her. But this was beyond him. He'd never wanted so badly to see Towhee than in that moment, but he knew somehow that her involvement in this would send Fenn over the edge. Things were too delicate now to try it. Too delicate to try anything, or so it felt.

Despite her warning, Fig of course followed. Not directly--he kept his distance and gave her space, but he wasn't about to lose her. He told himself she would calm down and maybe then, she would talk to him. They could go to the Plateau and maybe it would inspire her to try again. Maybe.

Maybe was all he had. He would make maybe work. He had to.

bye bye fenny ;____;