The world is what we make it

Ballad, the girl felt a little surprised, and started slightly as the black and white girl started. Silver eyes wouldn’t leave the small girl as she pressed against her brother in the same familiar way that Ballad might have. Was this their sibling? Lament had mentioned the name Amaretto.. ”how are you faring?” Ballad could honestly say that she was miserable, but she wasn’t about to confess so boldly. She was alive, she had lament, and the summer would eventually be over.

”I don’t know. I don’t know how I was before, but I hope it’s better than this.” She whispered as the girl continued. ”Oh, Tor help us…” Ballad felt herself perk at the name that had been invoked. It stirred something within her. She couldn’t think of any real memories that plagued her, but she did remember waking up at night.

Lament shifted to offer his sister comfort, explaining that this was their sister, Eris. She returned Lament’s affections as her paws signed nervously. ”hope, curious, fear.” What if she had been less happy before she lost her memory? What if the state she was in now was actually better?

”Who.. who is Tor?” The name felt powerful on her lips, and she felt as though she was on the cusp of something important. ”Why do I look at the sun, and the moon, at the same time every day, multiple times a day?” Her questions came out easy, even if she was nervous about being around the small girl.