"Lovely like a snake," Sorrel scoffs, but he relents, smoothing one palm across Sina's hair, comfortingly, "She never wrote back to the clan, that I heard of. And do you know, she hasn't said a single word to me, since I arrived?"
He sighs. It's a different problem, a worry that gnaws at him in quiet, dark moments when nothing else exists to pull at him; the clan here wasn't just drifting apart, it was falling apart. Nothing ever goes easy, does it?
"You deserve so much more than someone like that. This Fern betr have been kind to you."
Sina looks a bit scandalized by Sorrel's assessment of Ellana, but... in truth, she hasn't heard from her in a while, and doesn't want to waste the energy on an argument. A part of her will always be very fond of Ellana. As long as always lasts, anyway. Sighing through her nose, she settles against Sorrel again, letting her eyes close. "Fern is very kind," she murmurs, "and so sweet, so willing to learn." She knits her brow in a smile that's also sad. "...if ever I had to choose a First for myself..."
Now there it is, the painful crush in his chest, the reminder... Because if ever she were Keeper, if she had to choose a First. Sina would choose Fern. Sorrel doesn't say a word, only holds her a little tighter, silent comfort, because he doesn't trust his voice. He's always saying the wrong thing, charging ahead as if bitterness could make him witty; it won't help. It'll only make Sina feel worse. Worse! As if that were possible.
Of course, it makes sense. If she could choose anyone, Sina would choose someone she could love with the whole of her, instead of...
...Sorrel closes his eyes. Now this truly is the most pathetic he's been. Jealous of something that could never happen, and which if it did would be a wonderful blessing.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, eventually. Maybe he's sorry for badmouthing Ellana, or for seeming to disapprove of Fern, or some other silent sin. Who can say? "I'm sure she'd have made a good one."
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He sighs. It's a different problem, a worry that gnaws at him in quiet, dark moments when nothing else exists to pull at him; the clan here wasn't just drifting apart, it was falling apart. Nothing ever goes easy, does it?
"You deserve so much more than someone like that. This Fern betr have been kind to you."
Or... something.
Or else.
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Sighing through her nose, she settles against Sorrel again, letting her eyes close. "Fern is very kind," she murmurs, "and so sweet, so willing to learn." She knits her brow in a smile that's also sad. "...if ever I had to choose a First for myself..."
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Now there it is, the painful crush in his chest, the reminder... Because if ever she were Keeper, if she had to choose a First. Sina would choose Fern. Sorrel doesn't say a word, only holds her a little tighter, silent comfort, because he doesn't trust his voice. He's always saying the wrong thing, charging ahead as if bitterness could make him witty; it won't help. It'll only make Sina feel worse. Worse! As if that were possible.
Of course, it makes sense. If she could choose anyone, Sina would choose someone she could love with the whole of her, instead of...
...Sorrel closes his eyes. Now this truly is the most pathetic he's been. Jealous of something that could never happen, and which if it did would be a wonderful blessing.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, eventually. Maybe he's sorry for badmouthing Ellana, or for seeming to disapprove of Fern, or some other silent sin. Who can say? "I'm sure she'd have made a good one."