[ She quirks the vaguest of smiles, her exasperation still muddling it sharp at the edges, but she knows exactly what Cathaway means. She and her elder have had their differences, but Ilde has always been more alike to her than not. More than one of the others has said something to the effect of 'who will be the next Cathaway.' What a limited view. Cathaway was just one part. Ilde was another. ]
Thank you. [ She says softly. ] Loss has always driven me forward.
[ She opens up. Part burgeoning flower, part spider web made to sing. In the absence of her brood, other voices have risen up more clearly. She hears them, listens to their disparate canticles, and increasingly has begun to add her own. Her own tale, her own grievances and beliefs, a contribution to a greater dream. ]
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Thank you. [ She says softly. ] Loss has always driven me forward.
[ She opens up. Part burgeoning flower, part spider web made to sing. In the absence of her brood, other voices have risen up more clearly. She hears them, listens to their disparate canticles, and increasingly has begun to add her own. Her own tale, her own grievances and beliefs, a contribution to a greater dream. ]
( You seem different today. )