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kittymxstrxno:

Kitty held up her hands. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she said, her heart pounding and her hands trembling. “I’m sorry. I was just trying to see if you were hurt. I can – I can help you, but I understand if you don’t want me to. My name is Kitty. I run the bakery in town.” She kept her voice soft and soothing. “Have you ever been there? I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. I just want to help.”

Mirelli felt her hands persistently shake even as she recognized the girl as no threat, only a innocent bystander offering help. Forcing down several big gulps of air, she sat back down on the ground, not entirely trusting her legs to carry her if she decided to try and stand. Why her? Why couldn’t the newbie vamp attack someone else? Someone who didn’t have a deep rooted past with vampires.. who hadn’t spent the last fifty years trying to bury the memories tied to her siblings fate. Who hadn’t done their best to remake themselves and forget the guilt. “How?” she asked quietly. How could she help her? What could she say or do to take the knowledge of her sins away? But then that wasn’t what the girl had meant she would help with. “I.. I’ve walked past it.. you sell bread and.. sweet bread? I don’t.. I’m not really familiar with the food you sell.” 

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  I never healed                                                      I just learnt to carry the burden

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would you leave me, if i told you what i’ve DONE? & would you need me, if i told you what i’ve BECOME?

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Something swift had pulled the bloodthirsty vampire off her. Within moments, Mirelli was left alone on the grass, quickly rising only to realize that her assailant was gone, and she was left to fend and tend to her own wounds. The sight of him branded into her memory, shaking loose that of others, hauntingly vivid as they flashed before her eyes, making the werewolf crouch together on the ground, hugging her own legs, muffled sounds of pain gliding treacherously from her lips. This time was not like her last spat with vampires, yet the two were too similar for her to entirely distinguish between them. “I failed.. I failed..” she whispered to herself, broken words spoken from a broken soul. As someone spoke a little too close to her for comfort however, she couldn’t help but snarl as she instinctively jumped back, landing on all fours, yet still in human form, eyes glowing bright yellow. “What?!” 

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rayaxwolf:

Tell her. Tell her. Tell her. It was what the right side of her mind was practically screaming. To open up. To ignore years of loss between the two of them. To hide the horrors, shield the chaos, but allow her sister to penetrate the walls she had built the moment she was given the freedom to do so. The moment that she could’ve let them crumble down around her, whisper she was home and believe it. But this was all a fateful dream, wrapped in a nightmare, inside the devil’s mind that considered this the path of Raya’s life thus far. She wasn’t meant to be built with happy memories, wasn’t equipped to hold onto the good things in life—she certainly had done enough damage to deserve damnation. But she had done that in the name of servitude, in the name of a greater good—and she wouldn’t take it back. Some, not all actions led her into the incasement inside the caves that lingered behind eyelids the moment she closed her eyes. To stand there, with the woman—no, child, she had once stood in the war for, the one who had been the result of her own shift. These were the things Raya didn’t regret. Not fighting—not running when Daralis told her to stay—believing it would all work out—that belong inside the little box of her mind labelled ‘regrets’. But again, she would live with that. Right now, it seemed only suiting to look at Mirelli. She wasn’t a child—no. She was tall, same shade of brown as Raya. Something like a smaller version of her. If only she hoped, as she learned of this version of her sister—that her vision was not as clouded as Raya’s. Eyes flickered for the moment, as the words teetered on her lips. All of this—this celebration was in the name of the Greysons. Licking her lips—the words careful. Thought out. “I’ve no issue with Sophia. It was momentary—like.. I couldn’t get the anger out enough. But..” Raya shrugged her shoulders. “Sophia has been as warm now as she was the moment I met her—eons ago. Nik I’ve no idea where he is… Elena is here but I have not spoken to her.. Nat is—“ She stopped. No words. “Nate is… Nathaniel. That is it. Daralis—“ The name spoken through gritted teeth. Aggression had gotten out the anger, but frustration lingered like a sickness. “Daralis and I have history and issues to work out on our own. I don’t know if you remember this but—I told you all along to be your own person.. that—that still stands now. My transgression is not yours. You are my sister—but you are in their pack now. You have to show loyalty somehow.” Swallowing the lump in her throat, a shift of her shoulders. “Mirelli—Nate protected you… be loyal to him.” That was a hard pill to swallow, to admit something like that. A nod—she remained in her wolf form. “Where are our brothers and sister then?” She murmured, the ones reference to the younger ones, ones she only remembered being so small before her departure. A moment to clear her throat, arms crossed against her chest. Language eluded them to their own world, as they walked. As Raya kept closer to her sister, feeling comforted in that space compared to the space of strangers. “Eu direi a você quando posso mais falar sobre isso.” I will tell you when I can longer talk about it.That was all that could be offered. Opening—but not too in depth. She wouldn’t subject her sister to that.

There were a large pit of unspoken truths and tales between them. Mirelli wanted to bridge that gap, to fill in the blanks and arrive at a place where half her life was not some secret from her only living sister. But she dreaded telling that one truth that might bring Raya great devastation. That might paint the view she still had of her younger sister. As someone to be protected, as someone to have faith in and trust. As someone who was good. Some days, she did not know if she was. The choices she had made along the road, in the face of darkness and the challenges she had been asked to overcome, those weren’t ones she was proud of. And maybe most importantly, they made her into someone who had valued her own life above the life of her siblings. She was a runner. She had been a coward. Abandoned their siblings to their fate. No matter how many years she had spent tying to undo her mistake, none of it weighed up for the final result. Their siblings dead.. her greatest shame perhaps being not running from the chaos of the vampire attack, but not coming back for them until it was far too late. It was selfish.. Mire was clinging to the truth, scared that it would wreck both her older siblings perception of her. Twist it into something where there was no room for love. Only disappointment, disbelief, anger.. resentment. Because how would they avoid feeling that way, when she herself had felt all those things afterwards. Staring back at her sister Mire could feel that fear coil and linger within her stomach region, slither up to choke her if need be. Quietly listening, she caught on to the part about Nate. Both surprised, and a little wary, to hear Raya encourage her to be loyal to him. It was the manner of which she said that last part that Mire could not let go of. Had they spoken? Had he told her? “I do remember, but I would be lying if I said it did not bother me or stay with me. I don’t want it to seem as if I’m supporting the family that caused you harm.” Biting her lip once more, she dared to ask. “Did you and Nate talk? Did he tell you about it?” Her words spiked with nerves she could not fully control. He wouldn’t.. He had sworn to her, time and time again that he would not say a word to anyone. And yet the dreaded question was asked of her, once again, just like Matheus had asked when they reunited. Swallowing the bitter bile gathering in her mouth, knowing of the lie she would have to speak, Mirelli once more convinced herself that it was the right thing to do. That the truth would do more harm than good. “I do not know where they are. Matheus split us up when it became clear that the threat to our family was too great. I stayed with mother for a time, but then I was forced to fend for myself. I have not seen any of them since.” Another lie. How many would she have to tell? How often? It occurred to her that like this, Raya could never know the full truth of her past. She couldn’t explain it all without revealing how their siblings had died and what role she had played in the matter.. She had to push the guilt down. If she let it roam any further, it would eat her alive. “E eu vou aguardar pacientemente para esse dia. O que é mais importante para mim é que estamos aqui agora. Juntos.” And I'll wait patiently for that day to come. What matters most to me is that we are here now. Together. She insisted, though in soft tones with a similar smile. Mire was careful not to step to close to Raya, respecting her space, but also glad to see that she did not seem to shy away as much as before. Any small sign as such brought the younger Guerreiro hope. Pushing open the door to the coffee shop, keeping ahold of the handle until they were both inside, she directed some of her attention to the selection before them. Foods, and lots of it. Ice cream and the smell of coffee. All in one place.

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Doggy chaos | Rory&Mire

There were many a booths and stands around the town and Mire was moving in between, trying to find the places with the lesser amount of people. Though her nerves were under control now, her breathing all steady, her calm heavy, all that had been needed was a few moments spent meditating with closed eyes, which others might find laughable, but she did not. For all but seven months Mire had spent in a Buddhist temple, learning how to center herself, how to fight like the warriors of the temple did. Better lessons you would have to look long and hard for. She turned the corner, a new spring in her step, eyes curiously looking about when they came upon a brunette in seeming duress. She appeared to have lost the leash on several dogs, and they were running about in the middle of the street. Bursting forward Mire snatched a few leashes on the ground, holding onto them firmly. “You need a hand?” She asked the girl, her tone friendly and sympathetic. 

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cassandracresswell:

“I’ve been thinking about it actually. Either a puppy or kitten, my sister gets one and then I get the other so we have the best of both worlds. But I, uh, I was turned pretty recently. Maybe in a few months or a year I’ll get one. Not before I know I can handle it without making a stupid mistake.”

“Animals brought up together are more likely to co-exist than those brought together later in life. Seems like a decent plan if any. Ah, and you need more time to gain control? I’m sure that when you are ready it will all go over well.” 

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emmasawyer:

Emma looked up when she heard a voice, a smile on her lips as she recognised the woman that worked in the apothecary. She nodded at the question, before extending the wand and little box of solution. “Would you like a go?”

Mire fisted her hands, taking slow and deep breaths to calm her nerves. She felt stupid allowing the crowds and the sounds to overwhelm her. There had been a long while since she had been around this kind of gathering. About fifty or more. Meeting the girls eyes, giving a faint smile as she recognized her from visiting the shop. “You don’t mind?” she asked in return, nodding a bit before taking the wand and box she was holding out. Tentatively Mirelli blew a few bubbles, a small and light chuckle leaving her lips as she watched them fly. Such simple pleasures. “Where did you get it?” 

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rayaxwolf:

Sometimes, in her time travelled back home, she wondered how she would explain to her siblings what happened. Where she had gone. Why she had been missing so long. What excuses she could give them, and would they accept her back with open arms? Could they love her again, and could she love them? Everything, the world. It had changed, moved on—past her, and all she endured. Looking at Mirelli now, she thought to all the others. To the fight instigated by Matt—to how hands and fists collided before words and sheer belief. That was the difference between the eldest and youngest—hardened by life. She only wished, prayed—begged all the painful demons in the world that they had not subjected Mirelli to the same hardships. Remaining tight-lipped with the quip, Raya shrugged her shoulders. She couldn’t argue her sister’s views. Didn’t have it in her to do so, anyways. Mirelli trusted him—shouldn’t someone in their family? No. But that was a stubborn part of her she kept locked away. “Okay, Mire.” She muttered, nodding. Even if they didn’t agree—if Raya saw the man she once knew to be a painful reminder than a happy memory—so be it. “I haven’t lost my touch entirely.” With the supernatural race, her heart, her mind—sure. With her sister—that was another playing field. Raya would fight all her demons to conquer, to have her sister believe this was real. Raya in turn needed that belief too. Brows up—there was no effort to smile. Simple shrugs said more than Raya could ever muster. “I guess.” She teetered on the edge. One who once led, followed the same sister that she defended so long ago. “So what, you remained in your human form?” And there was the inquisitive side. She looked from her sister, to the crowd. Footsteps shuffled, and the words fell past her lips before her mind could scramble them, tuck them back into the corner from where they spilled. “Mirelli—Se você quer saber, você só precisa perguntar. Não posso te contar tudo … mas posso tentar.” If you want to know, you only need to ask. I can’t tell you everything… but I can try. It was all she could offer her sister.

For the first couple of years in the wild, Mire had thought of ways to track down her family. She had gotten to a point where whatever form she was in, she would fantasize about it. Daydream about the day that they would be reunited. But despite all her wishes, she’d gotten her parting orders from her brother. They were to stay separate, for safety. Not to look for one another, not to search, not until the danger was passed. Though living off the grid and away from society had meant that Mire was unable to tell when the danger had or hadn’t passed. In her mind, it never had. She had been traveling, then she had been running, for years and years. Up to a point where dangers seemed to be everywhere, no one could be trusted and everyone wanted her dead. That might not be true, but it was what she had let herself believe. Maybe because it was easier to make everyone into an enemy than wonder if anyone could be an ally or friend. Wonder if your solitude was for naught, a choice, not forced upon you. Hearing her sisters low response, Mire felt her facial features twitch some, the smallest of grimaces, acknowledging that they weren’t in agreement, not at all. Another thing to feel guilty about. The Greysons were responsible for Raya suffering, yet she had went on to trust them and live with them. Which at times felt like she was agreeing to or condoning what had happened, what little she knew of it. But that wasn’t true. She didn’t. She just lacked the reasons to hate them in the manner her sister seemed to. And since Raya had made it painfully clear that her grievances with that family were not Mirelli’s, she was simply trying to stay out of it. Thinking that that had to be the only way she could help, at least at the moment. “You know.. you can tell me how you feel about them.. tell me you don’t agree. I might owe my life to Nate and yes, I did join his pack, but you are my family and I will always stand by you, not them.” She felt as if that needed to be said, her words spoken truthfully. “I’m sure you haven’t. You were always quite perceptive.” Not to mention a lot more bold than Mire herself was. Raya never seemed to shy away from voicing her opinions or thoughts. It was a quality to be admired. Letting out a deep breath, she only nodded. Sometimes she had to sound like an old lady reciting from scripture, recalling sayings and teachings or near philosophical thoughts that seemed to slip out, more so around her family than others. Mire was far more comfortable speaking her mind with her family. Though, right now that might be ringing a little false. “No, actually for the better part of fifty years, I remained a wolf. Its only recently, the past year really, that I have been in human form for an extended period.” she calmly explained, realizing that Raya knew as little about her past years as she did hers. Biting her bottom lip softly, she was searching for the right words. “Eu realmente não sei por onde começar.. e eu não desejo para forçar. Eu não sei whats o direito perguntas a fazer Raya. Se falar do passado perturba você então não precisamos. Não saber é difícil, mas trazendo a você qualquer dor é mais difícil.” I don't really know where to begin.. and I do not wish to pry. I don't know whats the right questions to ask Raya. If talking about the past upsets you then we don't have to. Not knowing is hard, but bringing you any pain is harder. Wouldn’t it only serve to bring up hurt and pain that her sister was seemingly trying to forget? As much as she did want to know, wanted to understand it all, she wouldn’t be the one to cause Raya any more pain. To force her to relive a time she was clearly still recovering from.

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rayaxwolf:

A long time ago, Raya’s emotions were in check. Controlled. She was utterly controlled. Cooled and maneuvered a war zone like that of a predator, a winner. That was her mindset. Or it was. Now it had become survival. What to accomplish. What to thank her mind for not doing, and grace her body for rejecting. The touch of another was terrifying. She defied the boundaries set when she’d found Mirelli—or more so when her sister had found her. To be this close, was it scary? Nerve-wracking. Terrifying. Wildly uncontrolled and made her wonder where the line was. Had she accepted her sister here? Brother, not far off? Was she the same to them as she was not herself? Did they see past the facade, the pain that came with not being who they remembered her to be? Who she was. Who was she? Her mindset was running at full speed. Dropping her head, it was all she could do not to roll her eyes to the quip. “You think so?” Mirelli didn’t know. Nor that she would ever. It was the past—so were they. “You were always too keen to see the good in another.” It was more so a thought than a fact in a general sense. More a fact to the situation than a thought. Turning her head, nose scrunched to the sight, pulling a face. “I do not want that.” Raya murmured, shaking her head. Pushing loose strands from her messy up-do back from her face, vision a little clearer. “Uh—I.. I haven’t had it in a long time.” That much was the closest insight to her world as she could give Mirelli. “I’m not sure what I like and don’t like… but… I—we can try.. right?”

Outside in nature, the rules were different than in the human world. They were simpler, demanded less personal growth and effort, asked little of you as an individual. You either belonged to a pack or you did not. In which case the fight for food, for a quiet place to sleep, for a safe place to hide, was a harder one. Fighting to survive meant fighting for baser needs, for those needs to be met. Needs that people took for granted, that they never expected being without. When Mire had settled in this town, she had not been able to turn her mindset around. To think that food, sleep or safety was secondary to living. She still hadn’t entirely managed that. Events like these made her question her core values. It seemed silly to have an entire day where food storages were wasted, where half the point was to just move around eating, drinking and playing games. It all seemed so unproductive. But that was what people did in the human world. They splurged, they thought of all they had as a right, not a privilege. And poking at that or voicing your thoughts on how silly and unnecessary it all seemed would only serve to get you looks and paint a picture that others would question. Which was why she didn’t. Instead Mire just observed and kept her mouth closed, her opinions to herself. “Yes I do. I owe a lot to Nate. He saved me.” She replied, her words serious now, debating wether or not to forge ahead with the subject, the Greysons, or leave it for now. Mire was aware that there were a lot her and Raya had left to talk about, but each time she neared what might be a sensitive subject, she found herself hesitating, wondering if it was really that important that they talk of this right now. What to make of the compliment she was given, Mirelli didn’t know. “Thats.. nice of you to say. Though we all decide for ourself what we want to see in others. I do my best but, I’m no saint.” The words thoughtful, poking at her heavy lidded jar gf guilt. No, she was no saint. If anything she was the worst sinner of them all. Seeing Raya’s face, Mire couldn’t help but give a small chuckle. “No, lets skip that one.” she agreed, eyes resting on her sister face, her beautiful hair. She’d always envied Raya her hair. It was stupid of course, of all of the things to envy your sister for. But Raya had long silken strands that seemed very agreeable, while Mirelli had a big mop of brushy curls that would never behave. “Thats okay. Only means we’ll might have to try a few flavors. If you don’t like it we can get something else.. I’m no expert on human foods but there’s always far too much to choose from.”

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matt-guerreiro:

“Customary for what? You?” A small smirk set on his lips with his back still to her, snatching up the shirt he’d laid out earlier and pulling it on. “I’m sorry. You look nice.” Matheus offered with hands up in mock surrender before sitting on his couch. Wary look was already set, memory recollection warning him that Mirelli wasn’t bringing up the event casually. “No, I’m not. After Summerdale and the government making a public threat, best to stay away from an event like this one. It’s a good thing you showed up here cause you’re not going.” 

“For a celebration..” Mire finished, though in hushed tones, aware that he was just teasing her and she was totally taking the bait and letting him instead of finding a way to play along. The sensation that she was out on deep water, unsure how to act or speak or what to do left her with somewhat of a shorter fuse and a lack of the childish humor she could be known for at times. Getting an apology right off the bat however made her smile if only a little. Not one which was bound to last she noted, as her eyes took in the look her brother was wearing. She had expected resistance, but not to be included into the argument. “The founders wouldn’t be throwing this event if they hadn’t put every security measure in place. The whole town is going.” She pointed out, in her most reasonable voice. Briefly pressing her lips together, still just a little uncomfortable going against him when it really mattered. This wasn’t the favelas of old, and they weren’t kids anymore. It wasn’t a game. But Mire also knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself. She had done so for over fifty years, no big brother there to look out for her. “And I am going. I was hoping you would be persuaded to go because its a good way to get to know some people, but if you want to play body guard instead you are free to do so.” 

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There was no way to describe how happy Nate was to have her conversation. In his mind, Mirelli was his war, one to be cared for as though his own child. “Would you like a hint?”

It was an accomplishment these days, to get her to play along like this. Mire was usually too serious for games, bottling up that childish side of hers until she but near exploded and had to find ways to let it out. Now was a good time. “I most certainly would. Is it a riddle?” 

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rayaxwolf:

Raya should’ve gone home. Escaped the crowded staff of people. Families and children who all gathered in celebration. This was not something she would celebrate—but she was a bit more realistic in her decision for lack of cheer than others were. Those who did not understand the Greysons as she did. Less care for the Blackwells, though she didn’t care for them in particular. Wasn’t even sure she knew one. But catching Mirelli in the throng meant if she was to be alone out here, they could do it together. And she could find it in her not to shift, turn and fill herself with anger. Suppressing a laugh, scoffing as she shook her head. “I know I’m not in the mood for celebrating any Greyson.” Perhaps Sophia. Though that was out of courtesy more than anything else. The rest left her so jaded, it was painful. “I’ve no idea what this—cloud stuff is you mentioned but…” She shrugged her shoulders. There wasn’t much to say. “Perhaps it is. I’m still growing accustom to things in this century. In this life.” Arms crossed, staring at her younger sister. There was a hint of fire in the young wolf. Something Raya once possessed. Once. “Its nice to see you too, Mirelli.” A lull, another look around. “Want to leave this? I’m not in the mood to stand here and watch others…” Have fun Enjoy themselves? Raya didn’t have a proper way to describe it. “Perhaps go get a snack?”

Mire had come here wanting to brave the storm, telling herself she could handle this, just like she could handle her customers at the store or the dreaded grocery shopping she had to do every once in a while when her pack members reminded her that if she kept hunting in the woods then there would be no animals left come winter.. But crowds made her panic, and seeing how everyone was coping and just enjoying life, she felt removed from it all, wondering if she would ever feel a part of the events going on around her, instead of like an outsider, an onlooker. As strange as seeing Raya still was, at least her being here meant that Mire had the option of not facing this confusing world alone. Though she was still a bit wary, unsure what her sister might need, and not need, in terms of familiar relations right now. With Matt, everything had just gone back to normal. They joked around, they were competitive, he was always testing her, always making sure she had not let any of her skills decay. It was almost too easy to slide back into old patterns with him. But with Raya, things were different. Her sister had changed a lot, faced challenges most couldn’t imagine, and Mire was afraid that if she started looking for the old Raya in the new Raya, this new version would only shy away. Only be hurt. Lifting her shoulders in a small shrug Mire kept her small smile. “I don’t know, Nate isn’t so bad.” She said. A part of her aware that she should still be angry with him for lying, for keeping the fact that Raya was alive from her. But she found it hard to keep holding onto a grudge. He was the only person outside her family that she trusted. The only sure friend she had in this town. It would be folly to shut him out. “That.” she said, pointing to a couple walking past with cotton candy. The weird pink stuff. Her eyes grew deep with understanding at her sister words. “I am too.. though, I’ve had a year to adjust.. but each time I walk outside its like walking onto another planet. One where I don’t belong.” Scrunching her nose, Mire tried to leave it be. Let go of the frustrations she harbored. The sound of that, those words, had the younger Guerreiro beam a little, her face lighting up like a candle in the dark. But it did mean so much, knowing her older sister was glad to see her, that she was not just a horrific reminder of their shared, and not shared, past. Her nods were many, newfound enthusiasm, almost childlike, in place. “Yes I’d like that. Do ahm.. you still like ice cream?” She nodded in the direction of the cafe, betting they were open. It was one of the few human foods she had found that she did like. 

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The loud sounds, not excluding the ones from the big machines, kids laughing, parents yelling and people hooting or screaming at their friends while on, what everyone kept calling ‘a ride’, had Mire seeking refuge and that fast. Her eyes kept scanning the crowd for a place, preferably one with a door, where she could hide. But there were no such thing. Instead she found herself picking up pace and speed trying not to panic every time someone came at her or brushed up against her. Ending up right next to one of the booths, her attention was caught by bubbles floating in the air. Fascinated, she stepped closer, noticing the girl that was making them. “Soap and water, right?” she asked, a bit curious. 

She was stood outside one of the booths at the carnival waiting for her grandfather, though she was pretty sure the old boy had forgotten her again and had gone off socialising in the way only he knew how, when she purchased some bubbles with the idea of entertaining some of the kids that came into the hospital with them. However, she couldn’t resist blowing some herself, feeling a little bit like a child again as she blew some into the air.

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cassandracresswell:

“The little display type things that people made for the parade. A lot of the businesses in town end up putting one together and I’m keeping my fingers crossed either the shelter has one and we’re in for a treat with puppies or someone fills their float with puppies just because.”

“Uh.. I see. Well one can hope that the shelter would do so in order to get their puppies adopted. Are you.. sounds like you want one really badly? Why don’t you just buy one?” 

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The sea of people did noting but cause her distress, as did the thought of trying to brave her way trough that sea to a less crowded space. Mirelli felt frozen in place, staring at all the people in their clothes, some with so little on it was downright offensive, all laughing and joking and walking around. Celebrating. That was a thing they all did, not restricted to name days or birthdays like it had been when she was younger, no extended to days that were to be marked by an entire town of people. She still found it all strange. Alien, as if she had just landed on a different planet. There were foods being served and sold, funny contraptions that the children were playing on, alcohol being sold in spades. You could smell it, or at least she could. The smell made her even more uncomfortable, as her experience was, when people drank, they got unruly and violent. Or big mouthed and stupid. She had no desire to be around those who acted that way. The wind was almost non existent tonight, and that was what she blamed for not smelling her sister as she approached, the sound of her voice drawing Mire’s attention. “I have no idea.. is that what one is supposed to do? Drink.. beer and eat.. that pink stuff that looks like clouds, thats what ‘fun’ means in this century?” She asked, not hiding her confusion from Raya, wondering if her sister didn’t know more about all of this than she did. Seeing her here, among everyone else, was strange still. “Its nice to see you.” Mire added, a soft smile accompanying her words. 

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Lines had been crossed. Too many. It was far beyond her comfort zone, and Raya considered running. Leaving it all. This was too much for her to take. Her mind was a warzone, her life—gone. A mess, unexplained and uncontrolled. So much so, that picking a fight—that was out of line. Unlike her completely. Staying away seemed best. Until, that is, she spotted the familiar mop of hair. How had it gone from being a stranger, to someone.. well, Raya was still wrapping her head around the matter. Walking up beside her, knowing if someone was secretive and jumped at her, she would body slam them into the ground—she cleared her throat. “So—this is all they mean when they say have fun, right?” She wasn’t particularly in the joking mood, nor a hint of it in her tone, but it was all she could think to say when she saw her sister.