Hushed Willows Shooting stars are not stars at all.

Despite her sister's words, the fight in them seemed to dwindled down. Dorea would not admit such but she was rather grateful. As much as they tussled and argued she despised any real arguments with her small family. It was her job (or so she thought) to keep them happy and safe. How could she do such if they bickered?

Visit home one day. She offered softly. Us. Dorea would not return to live to a place where her mother was not but she had no qualms on visiting their old stomping groups if that was truly what Dakota wanted. It was a relief when the platinum boy offered friendship. Perhaps it would be a way for her to help her sister stay put within Elysium. Or at least not stray too far from it.

Friends. She hummed in response as her blue eyes settled on the boy. He seemed not to be too wordy or pushy. A perfect friend in Dorea's mind. Although she did have to wonder something. Siblings? The one word question was accompanied by a slight tilt of her head.