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the lamb with hidden fangs

The odd one out, a delicate wild flower amongst the thorns. Many things rise within their mind when they ponder on their sister, of which little time is spent for the two are unalike in more ways than prove similar, enough so it seemed pointless to try and grow closer to her when there was little there to start with. Yet it never dampened the love they felt for Nyssa, held close to the chest and never quite expressed for their way with words proved rather bad, barely touching such areas.

No hesitance was within Aita's steps, quick, purposeful strides bringing them closer, never bothering to even attempt to stifle the sound they made, focused entirely upon their sibling. With only a short distance left they came to lower themself before they pushed themself forward, aiming to land upon Nyssa and bring her down, making a move to draw her close to their chest in a hug of some sort.

© MADI