10-11-2018, 11:06 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]She was busy most of the time these days, doing one thing or another, but sometimes, when she wasn't and her mind was left to roam, she thought back to the serval. The one that had been leading when she first came, his grin unforgettable. But that wasn't why she was caught thinking about him. It was that familiar feeling she got from him, like she had seen him before but she couldn't figure it out. It left her wondering, trying to remember, rummaging through her bitter memories to try and see where she had encountered him before.
Then she figured it out. It took her nights to piece it together, his face coming to her in dreams. How could she not recognize her own brother? It saddened her, knowing she may never see him again after his disappearance.
Yet here he was again, almost like he had never left. Now that she knew who it was, it sent her flying, feeling like she weighed nothing. For so long she thought she was alone, that her family was dead and there was no one but her left. Now her own sibling was here and she couldn't be happier, trotting up to him with none of her usual cautiousness, even with a slight hop in her step. Her smile was unconstrained.
"Bishop." she says, like she had already decided that this was, in fact, the person she thought it was. She hoped it was. "Do you remember me? It's Cosette!" she tries to jog his memory, aware that he didn't recognize her, either.
Then she figured it out. It took her nights to piece it together, his face coming to her in dreams. How could she not recognize her own brother? It saddened her, knowing she may never see him again after his disappearance.
Yet here he was again, almost like he had never left. Now that she knew who it was, it sent her flying, feeling like she weighed nothing. For so long she thought she was alone, that her family was dead and there was no one but her left. Now her own sibling was here and she couldn't be happier, trotting up to him with none of her usual cautiousness, even with a slight hop in her step. Her smile was unconstrained.
"Bishop." she says, like she had already decided that this was, in fact, the person she thought it was. She hoped it was. "Do you remember me? It's Cosette!" she tries to jog his memory, aware that he didn't recognize her, either.