Sun Mote Copse the halluci nation

The first five words out of her sister’s mouth alleviated some of that feeling of inadequacy. The rest of Fennec’s answer wasn’t what Meerkat would call reassuring, though. She knew better than to argue with her and, besides, she didn’t have the energy.

But evidently she did possess just enough to start crying. Now she mourned her sister’s happiness. Did Fen really believe that her mediocre life here was as good as it would get? It sounded so bleak to Meerkat. She wanted more for Fennec. She thought she should get it, even if that meant leaving the copse.

If you’re unhappy here, you should go out there and find whatever makes you happy, Meerkat said almost heatedly, leaking like a tap as snot, tears and words dripped out of her face, or die trying.

She was aware she sounded all dramatic and emotional. Meerkat didn’t care. She wiped a foreleg across her snotty nose, struggling to overlay these very same words over Swordfish’s situation.