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Tiberii · 5/10/2025, 3:41 PM

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One simple question seemed to unravel Euphemia at the seams. The silver waif lost the wind behind those little sails, her eloquence draining from her as admissions of inadequacy poured from those dark lips. Tiberii instantly stiffened, visibly straining against the wave of loss that seemed to suddenly encumber both of them.

The loss of their mother was still so heavy. So real.

"I never got to learn that much from Mother. By the time I realized I'm into plants… she was already gone."

Gone.

The word hit like a bullet, a fresh wave of grief washing over her with all the power of an ocean. The image of Olive's delicate frame coiled up in the snow flashed to the front of her mind's eye, and Tiberii felt her citrine eyes well with heat. She would take a few steps closer to Euphemia, softening her lips.

Euphemia's grief took the form of self-loathing — and that was something Tiberii could relate to. The bull was hardest on herself because she needed to be better. She needed to do better for her family so that they wouldn't have to feel this way. So that they would not ever have to feel ... inadequate.

But she hadn't been able to save Euphemia from this.

"Fucking useless."

Euphemia ... Tiberii would hum, her voice as soft as the rolling of distant thunder. The bull would take a forelimb and, if allowed, would drape it over the smaller silver wolf and draw Euphemia into her own chest in a gentle hug. Yer anythin' but useless, alright? Yer important to so many. To me. Tiberii would rest her head gently atop Euphemia's and would allow the silence to encompass them for a few moments ... woven together in their grief ...

I'll tell ya a secret, she started, letting Euphemia free from the hug and allowing her eyes to search her smaller sister. I'm makin' shit up as I go. A soft chuckle fell from her lips, her sadness mixing with the softness of her jest as she tried to lighten the mood. But I do know that Ma wouldn't want us beatin' ourselves up. The bull took a gentle step backwards, crunching against the snow. That's what Dawnbreak is about, ya? Buildin' each other up, not beatin' ourselves down.

Tiberii would smile, a strange mix of acceptance and grief lighting her features. It was quiet for a moment, and Tiberii turned her gaze back toward the flowers.

If it'd help ya learn, I'll eat the goldenrod and we can see what happens, she offered with a shrug, trying to hold back a playful smile.

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Greetings Stranger!

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