08-20-2018, 02:01 AM
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8.4pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]With time each had begun to grow into their own unique individual, bonded by the blood shared in common and yet separated by paths which deviated from one another, widening the distance between each sister. Here it seemed no different for Aita was not one to enjoy crowds, rather the press of bodes about her, the murmur of sound filling her head and leaving it to buzz as thought static had become lodged within and refused to budge, none of it offered comfort. Yet it seemed remiss of her to miss a second meeting in a row and so forced herself to come to this, doing her best to ignore the low chatter before the voices died.
All too clear was the state Pincher was within, lethargic as though sick and his vocal range had dipped to a point she had never heard, soft in a way she thought it incapable. Brief was the worry which rose before she put aside a mental note to check on him, maybe see if some cold remedies might help for the days had grown a tad colder, though not to the degree the world beyond the island surely was by this point. For a time she focused entirely upon that before names were called, two in particular catching her attention.
Though Aita was pleased to hear her own, she had been doing her best as the number of their team dwindled with time, a swell of joy rose in her chest when Cleo was called, a shoutout but still something to be happy about. And then there was Sylvina. A gulf had grown there, something she sought to patch up but seemed unable to do so, and it was with hesitance she moved closer to her dark sister, leaning in to gently bump her shoulder with her head. “Congrats Syl.”
All too clear was the state Pincher was within, lethargic as though sick and his vocal range had dipped to a point she had never heard, soft in a way she thought it incapable. Brief was the worry which rose before she put aside a mental note to check on him, maybe see if some cold remedies might help for the days had grown a tad colder, though not to the degree the world beyond the island surely was by this point. For a time she focused entirely upon that before names were called, two in particular catching her attention.
Though Aita was pleased to hear her own, she had been doing her best as the number of their team dwindled with time, a swell of joy rose in her chest when Cleo was called, a shoutout but still something to be happy about. And then there was Sylvina. A gulf had grown there, something she sought to patch up but seemed unable to do so, and it was with hesitance she moved closer to her dark sister, leaning in to gently bump her shoulder with her head. “Congrats Syl.”