Pretty Colors

Mystic could sense the guilt emanating off of his brother's eyes, as well as in his voice. Tears were very noticeable in the light that surrounded his eyes from the outside. The young dame felt horrible that he didn't understand, for she would never intentionally take their father away from him. She would have loved to spend time with her brother, and she wished he would have understood that a bit sooner, but, now, they could work on getting their relationship as brother and sister back under control.

The ivory and ebony woman grinned and nudged her brother, trying to show comfort and that she was not frustrated with him. She cared about him, as much as she did her parents and other siblings. "Naoise, understand this. You will always be my brother, and I never hated you. I cared about you and also didn't want you to get hurt either. You will always be my brother, through good or bad, you will always be my sibling,"Mystic smiled and playfully batted him with her paw.