in your reflection

Not one to disappoint her sister, Motif would push past the lingering sadness, and turn back to the entrance of the den. Poem was there in a heartbeat, physical and emotional support as Motif looked out at the world beyond. She remembered hunting lizards, and running through the long grass with Cannival. Or plotting revenge against Noir whenever he was mean to her sister.

“What happened to Verse, and Noir?” she asked suddenly. Some part of her had known that Theory was the last of her litter in Abaven, but with the death of Shaye, it had all gotten tossed to the side. She hadn’t gotten to know Verse, and never likes Noir, but it made her sad for Theory’s sake. She had lost so much more of her world. She had lost a mother twice, and all her siblings. They all had their dad, and Motif had Poem. she was struck with the sudden desire to tell Theory that she was their sister too. Shaye had adopted her, and she had been one of them. She had begun to sleep in their den after her mother had gone missing. Shaye had been her mentor, and she had as much a claim to Shaye as the rest of them. The three sisters were all that remained of Shaye.