Nova Peak Splitting

*hypnotizes you into believing I made zero narrative errors in my last post*

Bright, owlish eyes studied her sibling’s face for a moment. They were both bowed to one another, Masquerade in remorse, and she in uncertainty. Her gaze flitted erratically across their features, half considering the apology, half checking for a hint of further aggression. It took only a beat for the dark girl to straighten up and come forward at an unreserved trot. She snorted, I forgive you, dispelling any tension in her body as she came up to the caretaker’s muzzle and gave them a beseeching lick towards their chin.

Got any food for me?

She knew she was much too old for this – but old habits died hard, and she was hoping that Masquerade’s guilt would make her more malleable to the suggestion. She did want to express concern over their recent behavior and what she had passively observed of their pained expressions, but her own desires came first. The equivalent of putting on her own airplane mask before attempting to help someone else with theirs.