Fishing for Finches

Finch mentioned that she would love to get water with Sparrow sometime. Sparrow nodded, smiling softly, "Sometime soon, then." Sparrow was happy to have this little moment with her sister. The two didn't talk all the time and Sparrow always felt like she was bothering Finch, but right now- right now was nice. As she spoke, she heard Finch giggle softly. Sparrow's smile widened as she continued. When Finch asked her what their dad thought of her fighting, Sparrow grew a little more serious, "He seemed so proud. I felt like, for one of the first times, he actually was looking at me as an individual- a grown up. I feel like I can try to do so many things and never get noticed like that again..." she admitted. Not that her father was wrong or that he ignored her, she just knew she couldn't compete with Lark-the-heir and Starling-the-healer, but for once, she felt like she was one of them, "It filled me with determination."

Finch promised to fight with her, saying it would be two sisters against the world. Sparrow laughed softly now, "Are we gonna go rogue? I'll have to pack my things." Sparrow mused humorously. Maybe Ashmedai or one of the other Imperium wolves could go off on their own, but Sparrow doubted her ability to do much other than one-track travels. Maybe one day, though.

Now was the hard part. Finch recounted her time away from the pack and Sparrow clung to every detail; Maggie, spots, a magpie named Wolf, a healer, the caves, teeth. Could Maggie be her real name? Could she have been a healer trying to help? Could this have been a setup? Maybe someone hired this Maggie out, like how Abaven was supposed to be hired out- or how Abaven 'rented' the Imperium wolves for the war?

Sparrow pressed into Finch, aiming to lick her tears away. She was shaking now, but she would stay strong. She shushed her sister, giving her tender affections and reassurances. They would be okay. They would get to the bottom of this, "Va tutto bene, Finch. Tu sei forte e sei sopravvissuto."