[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

skill: [none]

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The lands below and beside Frostfang had always been heavily populated, so it was eventual that she come across another. Hearing a being approach her, Euphemia lifted her head as she drank the cool waters, and barely had time to wipe her maw of the shoreline that dampened her lips and fell from them in crystalline, glistening drops. She turned her head, and saw her brother.

Archon! The words burst from the very mouth that was drinking moments prior, and then split into a grin so large it threatened to throw her off balance. It was so rare that she saw her brother, that sometimes it was easy to go many, many weeks and realize she hadn’t thought about him. No one spoke of him, at least not to her. Once he had decided to leave Dawnbreak, it was as if he had been struck from the family.

– and though Euphemia was sympathetic towards all of the underdogs of the world, she too had been guilty of not ensuring the bridge between she and her brother remained unbroken. It had not fractured, however; instead, it had withered away. The last she had heard, he had found a woman to fall in love with. They dreamed of starting a family, a pack, together.

Things that seemed so distant and inconceivable to Euphemia, who felt like a child in comparison.

She turned to face him, ears turned forward to better receive his every word. Everything is great, she lied, still smiling cheerily. The next part was the truth.

I can’t believe I’m seeing you. How long had he been just outside Dawnbreak’s doorstep? Big family man, she chuffed, rocking her head back and forth as she enunciated each word, almost in a teasing manner. But inside, Euphemia easily felt the pain of having no idea what that could possibly feel like. Just another way she was outside of her siblings; left behind, in all things.

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