water is wet

Briar had been pretty much glued to Artorias' side since he came to stay in the Armada for the season, but she did occasionally have to let him go for lessons with her father and things to go along with the real reason he was here. Them being able to basically live together was just a pleasant side effect of the fact that he was here to train to become The Hallow's next leader. She walked along the beach, smiling softly as she thought about him. He had been the only reason she had kept herself afloat over most of the last year. It was really only now after their initial break up and after they came back together stronger and more appreciative of each other that she was starting to find her own footing. Her own confidence and belief in her own abilities was still weak and wavering at best, but she was getting better and she supposed that was all that really mattered now.

She happened to glance up from the sand in front of her paws and her gaze landed on her sister's form in the distance, seeing her laying in the sand staring at something in front of her. As she got closer she noticed how upset Ophelia's expression was and a frown pulled at Briar's lips. She hadn't felt connected to any of her siblings in a very long time, not really since they all left the den for the first time. She had felt so disconnected from everything, especially after finding out about their mother's death and after the incident between her and her father, but now that she was on the other side of it all she realized that she still hadn't found a way to be closer to her siblings. She knew she wasn't the only one struggling, but she also hadn't let her struggle show so did any of them really know that they could relate with one another?

Briar walked over to Ophelia just as her sister hit the water that had collected in a hole that was dug in front of her, Briar glancing from the hole to her sister. "Hey, Ophelia," she said uncertainly, trying to give her sister a small smile. It was almost kind of humorous how starkly different they were. Briar was obsessive about keeping her coat clean and keeping her appearance a certain way, to the point that even just getting mud across her legs or something of that sort gave her anxiety. Ophelia had always been the opposite and that hadn't seemed to change. "Are you alright?" she asked even though she knew that wasn't a question that would have an easy answer.

"Briar Fatalis"