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not one brother, but two, and a sister! phaedra’s tail stirred, though a serpent of fear coiled in her belly. that first foray into sisterhood had been nothing short of troubled, so much so that it didn’t bear thinking about now and she shook her head to be rid of lingering ghosts, determination further clarified by her present company. 

that was a conversation she could set aside forever. 
 
images of her parents' baby-making never came along to scourge the shire that was her mental wellness. thank god, thank the stars, thank fuck for that. those two could enjoy a lack of review when it came to their marital études for all future time, with pleasure.
 
“i can’t wait to meet them,” phaedra said with commitment, turning to face her father now that it was clear no hard feelings were had over her delay. she did her best to politely feign disinterest in any newborn noises coming from within, in case her mother wasn’t up for visitors yet — betrayed only occasionally by the flick of her ears. 

budging up closer to him, she said, “first, tell me how you’ve been?” 

it heartened her to see him more upbeat, if not for his own good than because the touch-and-go-ness of things often drove her to melancholia rivaling that of a teenage girl.

“do you like it here?” phaedra asked, gazing about the quiet glade. her mind’s eye need not do any daubing to see the beauty; spring prettied everything.  

maybe this place was more congenial to a doktor's soul and that was why he and ma never joined her higher in the mountains. luckily, her social conscience suffered from it only somewhat.