She leaned against her older sister. Thinking about how different she was from Briar. The tawny wolf was a successful leader of a pack, a Queen. One that had kids of her own now, a life away from the Fatalis family. She had even taken on a different name. Their dad seemed so determined to keep them all close, so she did wonder how much trouble Briar might have had at the start. “That’s good, I like visiting you” She said. It was good to get away.
“Well,” Kite said, and scrunched up her nose. This was it, the moment that lots of planning had led to. What if she didn’t get the words right? What if she stuffed it up? “How old were you when you left the Armada? When you and Art got together. It seems like you managed to build your own life. I want to do that, too. In the Armada, it’s like there's a certain expectation for everyone, from everyone. Especially with Azure, and --” She paused, no she didn’t want to tell her sister about that. “And, well. I don’t want to just be ‘that blind Fatalis’ anymore. I want to build my own life too. So how did you do it?” She wished she could see her sister’s expression.
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