KasaiLoki
"I wonder what she's plotting now that we're here? She must have seen something else in those visions if she's always by herself in that grove..."
"The Terran is going to be looking for suitors soon, I assume. You need to get your son in order if..."
"She's been avoiding us lower folk. Look, try saying hi to her right now, she's walking past..."
It was inevitable. First they came for Shaded Amaryllis, and now Sundew was in the spotlight. She heard talk shift between the two of them every once in a while and felt a little more of her heart sink as she ducked away or pretended not to hear. The Elf that did greet her was met with a smile and a greeting back, but they way they had turned away from her to continue conversing was enough of a sign to keep moving. It was so hard not to collapse inward then and there, the weight of the past week threatening to push her down. Sundew wasn't built for sustained attention, positive or otherwise. She wanted to hide away at the first sign of trouble, and though she had swallowed it down the first few times, this was once too many. She changed her course and wound down the mountainside.
The relationship between Sundew and her sister had always had a little bit of a strain. Maybe that was why she had learned her avoidance policy so early on, even before joining the Terran acolytes. Not addressing a problem seemed the safest solution: then at least she couldn't make it worse by drawing attention to it, and maybe it would go away. Only, being a seer wasn't ever going to go away. Snapdragon had had her problems in the past accepting that. It wasn't even getting into Sundew's own envy of her sister's skills and, to Sundew at least, a uniquely free position. They had grown closer since the Elves' flight from their homeland, but not in a way that supported personal growth. It was about survival, and family, and what remained of it, and how to make sure nothing else was lost.
Maybe...Maybe now, they could really begin to reconcile.
Sundew was at the threshold of her sister's den, the dying sun at her back, looking like she was one wrong touch of the breeze ready to fall over. The workload of surveying the new packlands, and what she thought might be a new sacred area especially, on top of politicking, was draining. "Snapdragon?" she called hesitantly. Only while she was standing there did Sundew realize her sister might have been out for any number of reasons, and she might look the fool.