to this moment

Motif had time to consider what Poem’s presence here meant, she was much too concerned with the realization that her sister was alive. The little girl sobbed a little at the mention of their parents names. “There alive?” she asked, she barely scarced to believe. She just wanted to curl up in the protective arms of her sister, and know that the world wasn’t quite as terrible as she had believed.

“I thought when the volcano erupted… it was just next to our pack, I was scared Poem. I thought I lost everybody… but you came for me, you found me. Can we go home now?”[ /b] she asked, a mixture of joy and misery in her voice - happiness to realise everyone she loved wasn’t died, and miserable at the idea of spending even another moment in this horrible pack. [b] “I don’t like these people, Poem”