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

Isn’t that the truth. Fennec replied with a small laugh, a rare one that came fully. Fuck, everyone’s lives were a mess at some point. She felt she’d gotten more than her fair share of rotten luck, but that didn’t mean she had the worst of it. Her life had some pretty great shit going on in it too.

It’s strange. Because for us, this is a totally normal life. At least, the only normal we’ll ever know. Sometimes I get the sense that there’s something I should be missing, but I barely remember living a different way. What would it mean, to have something, when I don’t even know what it is? And from the way everyone describes seeing things, I see well enough. Fennec blew out an amused breath, her tail brushing a tree next to her. Refamiliarizing herself with the Copse had taken time, but by now she knew these sections well enough.

There’s some things, I guess. Color, whatever that is. And things like the sky. She couldn’t count the number of times she’d sat next to her dad, listening to Phox explain the stars and trying to understand what he meant. She never had, really, but she never intended to stop listening. I just don’t think those things are any better than the sound of rain, or scents on the wind.

She’d never really spoken at length about this before. Maybe it was crazy, but she hadn’t wished for things to be different in years. Not since she’d decided what others thought didn’t matter. She hadn’t meant to subject Meerkat to a speech, but maybe it would help Skipjack to get to where she was sooner.