Tea too hot to spill

The statues, and familiars. The vision she’d been sent, the scar. Now Crux? Why them? What was the connection? She raised a paw to her own throat, though her fur hid most of it these days. “Did you… see mum and dad, too? Did he…” She trailed off, running a paw across her throat. “What does this mean, Crux? Why us?” Her eyes trailed down to his leg, before looking back up at him with her crystal-infused eyes. They were freaks, weren’t they?

Her lip trembled, and she bit it, hard. She didn’t like weakness. She hated it, actually. She didn’t want to tell Crux that she was scared, that she was worried for him, for herself. She hated this weakness that had grown on them from the day they were born. “What girls looking at your scars anyway” She said, trying to sound teasing, trying to change the topic, if just a little.


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