Phantom Hollow oh, who is she?

The sun, the antithesis of who she was. Metis was a thief, a rogue, she always had been from the moment she realized what the word meant.

She wanted the sun on her fur so viscerally in that moment she could feel the phantom warmth.

No more hiding. She extended a foreleg, holding back every tear she wanted to cry.

Let’s find somewhere sunny. Perhaps it was stupid, to trust a brother she no longer knew as her own, but she so desperately wanted to believe in a happy world where they could just exist.