Sun Mote Copse I build 'em up too high just to watch them fall down

As Meerkat asked questions, Fennec could feel her patience wearing thinner.  It wouldn’t be fair to take it out on her sister, but how was she supposed to know?  Nobody ever let her do her job and she wasn’t a mind reader, no matter how often she labeled herself a witch.  It was an overexaggeration - Towhee had come to her at first.  But then she hadn’t.

I don’t know.  Whatever happened, mom clearly got it handled.  I can’t really guess unless I knew more.  Fennec responded, disinterest clear in her tone.  She knew she likely would come off as callous, but maybe that was better than the reality.  Fennec wasn’t the world her family revolved around, obviously, but sometimes she wished she could feel like something other than a responsibility.  A problem to solve, or a burden to endure.

It was pretty pathetic, actually, how fucked up she still was over Fig.  About time she got over that.

Sure.  Ask away. It was a relief to shift topics, and Fennec was suddenly curious what question Meerkat might have specifically for her.  She had no ideas.