Hoshor Plains hey, it's me, your sister

What about your dad didn't really hit much of a chord with Spica. She didn't have a dad, she didn't need a dad, they were fine without a dad. She hadn't really ever considered that she missed anyone, and the thought that a dad might've help keep her family company or worse, keep them safe, was laughable to Spica. But she decided that rather than just say "oh, I don't have a dad" she would pressure the guilt just a little bit more. My dad died, she said with an accusatory look that she dared bring up the subject at all. Spica didn't know who her father was or if he lived, but she didn't really care about the truth of the matter.

Spica knew that Ira existed, but she didn't really know Ira at all. She knew she existed, that was pretty much it. She hadn't ever heard of Easthollow. Oh, she said, sounding pretty uninterested. Spica wondered why Leta was talking to her at all right now, instead of with her sister who was apparently cool enough to visit. Dang it though, Spica wished that she had a sister in ~ another pack ~. That would be sooo cool. She'd never admit this to Leta, of course.