Remembering Nineva was something Rose tended to avoid, though on clear nights when shooting starts where almost inevitable, the fae simply couldn't /help but let her mind wander toward the missing Hervok. Where the pup had gone, and if she was happy, those were the questions she'd ask herself most. It'd been so long since the day of the siblings departure, where they really not making any progress? "We're not looking hard enough.." the youth sighed, fixating further on the peculiar twinkling lights. "Or maybe we just gave up altogether. Not that I'm one to talk."
Rose had never once lifted a helping paw toward searching for her sister. It wasn't that she held any sort of spite toward Nineva, it just hurt far too much to think about the topic for too long. Perhaps that made her a bit awful in retrospect, though that wasn't something she necessarily wanted to ponder over either. "Everyone probably thinks I'm a bad sister..." with another sigh, the fae buried her head in between her paws. "Pro'lly because I am... But I just think she'll come back on her own one day.. if.." If she was still alive that was. There had been no clear sign towards her sisters well being, only hope. "I'm horrible..."
Well you're my favorite bird and when you sing..
Rosen