Moonspear shrimps is bugs

Fennec understood what Meerkat was getting at, but she knew it wasn’t possible. This wasn’t something she could just fix in herself… she’d learned that the hard way a few times. I’ve tried. I did it for Bronco for years, and I kind of didn’t recognize myself by the end of it. And I even tried with Fig. But not saying the things I feel are important makes it unbearable to be around them. It’s not just something I want, it’s something I need. Maybe they could give me a little benefit too. At least enough to trust me.

She didn’t know how to not fill in the blanks, and every time she’d tried, she’d been proven right anyway. It turns out things went better when she didn’t draw things out and let it snowball into passive aggressive hell. It wasn’t like she was asking for all of their deep dark secrets… just honesty when it came to her. It felt like it should be fair.

At least she’d get it from Meerkat, and that made her feel marginally better about everything. Good and bad. I’ll take it. You’re right though. Only way I’ll ever stab anyone in the back is if I can’t find their front. She huffed a small laugh at her slight joke. The weight was still there, but it was manageable at least. Even if they didn’t fix this, she thought maybe she’d be fine, with time.

Thanks, Meerkat. On an impulse, she stood up again and stepped forward to pull her sister into a light hug.