in your reflection

They shared a childhood filled with wondrous memories. A time that felt like ages ago, when they had been innocent to the world and all of its horrors. When life had been easier and their biggest problem had been how best to stick it to their grimy brother. Poem hadn’t really expected her sister’s question. She stopped hiding then as Motif sought out the truths of their world. ”Noir left during the eruption. No one’s heard from him.” She couldn’t believe that he was dead, after everything that happened between them, how he’d tried to push her into the thicket’s fire…

”I haven’t seen Verse in a long time, about the time of the eruption as well.” She offered sadly. No one really talked about them, it was too hard to say what was likely the truth. That the volcano had claimed them. She agreed internally with Motif’s inner thoughts. Theory might as well have been their full sister. They were the three descendants of Shaye. If not in body then in spirit certainly. Poem took up her mother’s weapon and armor, Winter had taken to looking after Motif, and Shaye’s feather, the one that had been given to her by their grandfather Shai, was now tied on Theory’s fur. Shaye truly did live on in all three of her daughters.