Hushed Willows I'm good to go, and I'm going nowhere fast

for once, she couldn't look her mother in the eye.

sisters are important.

sisters are stupid. petal was boring and fox was always trying to be better than her at everything. even if she didn't intend to make things out to be a competition, dahlia saw them that way.

you'll need to learn to be friends with yours.

her nose wrinkled as she considered deeply the grass between her toes. in this moment, at least, dahlia had reverie all to herself. she was confused about how to feel about what she had done if it got her what she wanted.

really, she hadn't had to account for her actions at all.

momma, she said, now looking out at the water, still unable to look up at reverie. she wanted to ask, why's it so hard or why did there have to be three of us? or will you love me even if i'm bad?

the last stinging thought made tears start to form, though she flattened her ears and choked them back. it was no wonder where she had inherited that from.

she didn't ask any of the things she wanted to ask. instead, she simply said, 'm mmm sowwy.