Grasp the day

Motif rose early for the first time in as long as she could remember. Waking even before Poem. she looked at her light coated sister, and with a mischevious smile that was rare of her these days, she would lean over and kiss her sister's brow. Her love for this sister, who always had her back, was immense. Poem had never let her down, not once in their short lives.

She left her sister sleeping, and snuck out of the den. She wondered what Poem would think when she woke and found her missing, she hoped it was joy. That she would see that Motif was trying, really trying.

She went straight to Theory’s den. A part of her wondered why she and Poem weren’t sleeping with Theory - a part of her wanted to request it, to have both her sisters curled up with her. It would feel more like the old days. She didn’t want to be a burden, nor cause tears, so she pushed the thought away. Instead, she spoke at the door. “Theory, are you free for training?”