Sunset Valley And she'll do what she pleases

She remembered very little of the girl who belonged to the name, and could only recall vaguely a growing sense of competitiveness that seemed to have stemmed from their earliest days. The name Noatak was only vaguely familiar because she’d spoken it before- but Antha? While she’d never spoken it herself, she knew who it belonged to, now.

Raelle’s longer name was a surprise to her- as was the addition of a middle name to her as well. It felt uncomfortable, being given a name that had been given to her against her will. It was like trying to be fit into the husk of a skin she’d shed long ago. Pretty, though- perhaps something she might think of keeping, but only if she felt like it.

Known to each other now, they looked at one another as nothing less than strangers. Lilia had become so comfortable with her narrative that it felt wrong to know the truth. She didn’t grieve for a mother she could barely remember, though Raelle seemed to.

Something in her tone implied resentment, though Lilia had no idea what was meant by it. ”I din’t know,” She said, her own tone souring slightly. She did, in fact, resent her family for disappearing- though she couldn’t correctly recall how exactly they had been split apart. All she’d come to know was starvation, cold, and loneliness- until she’d found a new family. 

She wondered how long Raelle had had with her- obviously, longer than Lilia had known her, which made her a bit jealous. Why was it that they’d cling to Raelle, but not her? 

”I don’t remembuh huh,” She admitted lamely, with a shrug. It was a loss she might have felt, but very long gone. ”Thorry for yuh loth.” She said, and sniffed lightly.