Shalorn sat quietly in the comforting solitude of the greenhouse, playing with a stray lock of her wild hair that always seemed to be playing havoc with her peripheral vision. Eyes settled on a Rossa plant, Shalorn toyed gently with the leaves before standing up to rest the pot on a ledge and stare at it levelly for a moment before gripping a nearby watering can and dribbling the life-giving liquid into the Rossa's soil before emitting a soft sigh and returning a melancholy look towards the ceiling.
Sharrakor...
Muffled footsteps the prelude to the entry of another, Shalorn's eyes flicker over as her ears lay back for a moment until the figure is recognized.
"Myrioc." So that is the name of this sister you were constantly shielding, Cauchemar commented with a gentle twitch of her tail before rising to purr a solemn greeting toward the other female Qyne.
"Oh. My. You Bonded, Shalorn?" Myr's tone was oddly incredulous. Throughout all of her childhood, despite Shall's watching over her, she had always been the one in her fantasies to bond, never her older sister. Myrioc was oddly jealous. "What's her name," was added stiffly.
"Cauchemar," Shalorn said as a glow suffused her face at the mention of her lifemate, ears full forward as her radiant eyes focus momentarily on the black and silver Niyia before she returns direction to her younger sister.
"Oh." Qyne ears flicking back in jealousy, the girl nonetheless tries to offer a cheery smile and manages fairly well, presenting the brown female Tashel to her sister with a gruff, "Here. I bought it at the Petstore. For you." But why would you need it...after all, you've got a Niyia.
Seeming to sense the other's envy, Shalorn bit her lip quickly before accepting the female with a wan smile. "I'll name her...Wianh. Thank you, Myr. And...my life's far from perfect since I Bonded to Cauche."
Looking a bit taken aback, Myr narrowed her eyes. "Yeah, right. And the moon's made of green cheese."
"No. I met the male Qyne I want to spend the rest of my life with, and we're both too confused about our feelings to be sure if anything's right." Cauchemar's ears reclined as the Niyia began to grow restless and tired of this.
"But..." At a loss for words, Myrioc bowed her head. "You're right. And Wianh's a lovely name."
The Tashel in question circled on Shall's hand as the feet marked tiny indentations on her skin. "I'm breeding Rossa plants now for a living. Trying to make my way. Why don't you go out and meet some Qynes."
Myrioc stepped back with a shaky nod before turning to flee and barely calling out, "I'll do that."
Sighing, Shalorn turned to Cauche before returning to a slump on the chair. I hate my life, Cauche. Except for you and Sharrakor. And Myrioc. It will get better.
I'm not so sure.
