Chimera Fields i am inimitable i am an original

It was her, and she smelled like the sunshine-hot scent of estrus. Vairë’s brain kicked over itself like the engine of a car that refused to start. The embrace was just as familiar as it was strange.

Vairë’s chest tore a new mouth through which to scream. When had Wilwarin turned from sister to stranger?

No matter her complicated feelings, she would welcome her anyway. Wilwarin was a victim of circumstance, just like Vairë.

Hey, Wil. She murmured, just for her sister.

Are you doing alright?