Noctisardor Bypass fossopa

as a sister. as a sister? dinah shrieks, a languid pain surging through her chest and clinging to her ribs. to who? to them? or to you?
the thought of leaving rivenwood altogether crosses her mind in a moment of blinding anguish. she could; she could leave, forge a new life — rid herself of the pain and retire at a young age. change her name or sink herself fully into the one she'd been born with, find those of generations past who had been lost to the sands of grief and panic.
but as she looks into the glazed eyes of her mother, frightened and vulnerable in a way she'd never quite seen before, stares at the curve in her nose and the texture of her fur that matches her own, there comes a sinking realization that no teenager wants to come to —
they are all that is left of each other. there is no dinah without heda; there is no heda without dinah.
she blinks away the bitter cold that clings to her lashes, squeezing out a hushed breath. we'll figure it out.
as they always did.