[LOG] In Time, All Good Things

[covetouscat]

CHARACTERS: Shiraz, Nausicaa, maybe others?
WHEN: 7QJ75 / SD 797. Late in the year. December?
WHERE: Quentão, Aquavitae
SUMMARY: Almost a year after Nausy's and Marc's arrival to Quentão, Shiraz decides it's time to have a heart to heart talk.
WARNINGS: Emotional ows?

Shiraz lingered in the doorway while Nausy settled Marc down for his afternoon nap, watching the young boy with an unfiltered affection. During the course of the year, she and the redhead had butted heads a number of times, but Marc always helped the Bonded feline feel more settled. The boy had won her easily with unreserved affection, and that had gone a long way in the slow but eventual thaw of Shiraz toward his mother as well.

Now, nearly a year after their arrival, Shiraz and Nausy had reached a fairly level field, and the feline hoped very much that the conversation she was about to attempt -- one she'd debated with herself about having for weeks -- wouldn't put them back on unwelcome terrain.

"Nyaa~" she said as Nausy came out of Marc's bedroom. "Can I talk to you?"

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[halvedheart]

"You have been good to Marc," Nausy said quietly.

She lightly bumped her shoulder against Shiraz', smiling genuinely now. "And it's normal for sisters to not get along well all the time, so..."

It was a little presumptive of her, really, but she couldn't help herself.

[covetouscat]

Shiraz smiles a bit, because she has very much enjoyed Marc being in Quentão. The feline had always been the youngest, the smallest, the one in need of the most care. Even though she helped look after Cielo, it wasn't the same. Having the young boy around suddenly put Shiraz in the position to give care, rather than receive it, and that had made a big impact on her.

She starts a bit when Nausy casually refers to her as a sister, not knowing what to say at first.

"I guess you would know," she said eventually, ducking her head a little.

[halvedheart]

Nausy winced as she realized she'd misstepped again. She used to be good at this, the whole dealing with people; it was one of the things that actually made her a capable queen, in contrast to Arzei's more militaristic demeanor.

But she meant well. Shiraz had become some sort of a sister to her. She wondered, perhaps, if it was because the feline, in a way, reminded her of Fia - the littlest in the family who needed caring, the young girl who fought for the attention of the men Nausy had won over (their father and brother included) and who struggled to get away from the shadow the redhead had unintentionally cast over her...

"Sorry. It's just... the best word I could come up with, to describe how I feel about you." She smiled sheepishly.