Starlight and Stories

Gossamer watched her younger sister shuffle awkwardly. In truth she didn't much care who had told the pup, instead asking the question to bring herself some time. A few fleeting minutes to sort her thoughts and the emotions that came rushing back with the question. She couldn't explain why Pyralis' death had such an effect on her. It should've been a source of pride. She'd killed an enemy of the Armada. An awful woman that would've destroyed their home for laughs. A woman that would've killed a pup, one of her sisters, to achieve her own ends. In Gossamer's mind she had no reason to feel guilt over killing that wretch. However, there were other emotions, other sensations that stuck altogether and she just couldn't seem to untangle them.

Gossamer slowly wet her lips, noticing her mouth had gone dry. She cleared her throat and nodded. "Yes, it's true. It was necessary. A pirate tried to kill your sister Vanta and so I disposed of the wretch so she could do us no more harm."