soul sisters

Poem couldn’t put into words how proud she was of her sister for joining them in the raid. She’d made such incredible progress from when they were younger. She didn’t know if it was her time in the Armada or losing their mother, or the time she’d been alone when Poem had been in the Armada. She knew Mo still had progress to make, she still blamed herself for their mother’s death, though Poem would argue it was actually her to be put to blame. If she had brought Motif home the day she’d met Sirius…

Knowing their family was never reunited was one of the most painful memories she held onto. What she would have given to stand beside Shaye again with Rhyme and Motif surrounding them. Poem tried not to dwell too heavily on her sorrowful thoughts, there was nothing she could do to change the past or bring her mother back no matter how hard she willed it. She just had to keep moving, and love the remaining family she had even harder. Beginning with training. She was happy that Theory gave her the responsibility to help Motif to grow. She had high expectations of her sister, but she wouldn’t be unrealistic either. They would start slow, and move at whatever pace her sister needed.

Poem returned to the den that evening after a long patrol of Abaven’s borders. She was a little tired, but her mind wasn’t as restless as it might have been previously. ”Motif?” She called out, not sure if Motif had beta her back here or not.