Facing The Sun

Starting Over

"I'm worried about my student.

She hasn't been under my care in years, and it is not my job to worry about her, but I do anyway. I fail to see a world where I could not.

Her habits in the past always had the capacity to become self destructive, as they are now, but the extent of it in the current era gives me every right to be concerned. I feel as if it is my fault, in a way. I feel guilty. I find myself wondering what I could have done differently to prevent it all, despite knowing it's a pointless query.

I won't let this happen again. Not for a third time. I need to do something, and I need to do it soon. Even though said action would be... risky, to say the very least.

Should things go wrong, I hope she can forgive me.

- From the personal diary of Zenith Arraly

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Ivis's first time on public transportation went... well. At least Vedrith thought it did—if she ignored the barely avoided panic attack over the small, crowded, enclosed, and moving space they were temporarily 'trapped' in.

So yeah, it was great. As great as Vedrith was at comforting people. Which, hint hint, was not very good at all. They got through it, though. And no one was shot, so that had to be some sort of a win. But now Vedrith was starting to dread the return trip...

Ivis and Vedrith were on their way to Erin's home, who Vedrith decided to visit afterall, since Ivis didn't seem to care. The one question she had was if he would be friendly, which was a (hesitant) yes, so that was sorted.

When they arrived at the building, Erin was already sitting outside. He hadn't changed much look-wise, or at all really. His hair was still black and at a medium length, his skin was still more blue-toned than Vedrith's, and his clothes still looked stupid and unmatched—who wore trench coats these days besides Holiday?

Other than his fashion sense, there was one other reminder as to why Vedrith started avoiding in-person visits: his wings were out, and of course, undamaged unlike Vedrith's. Well, Vedrith's weren't necessarily 'damaged' anymore, but she still couldn't bring herself to cut the sewn-up holes back into her jacket so they could pop out. She wasn't sure why—she felt as if she should be thrilled and ready to showcase them again, but that would bring attention... and maybe even more pity...

Yeah, she knew why—she just wasn't ready for that.

He looked towards Vedrith, meeting her eye, then looked to Ivis, back to Vedrith again, and shrugged—standing up and heading inside while beckoning for them to follow.

"That's your brother?" Asked Ivis, raising an eyebrow.

Vedrith nodded. "Unfortunately." She said, following Erin inside. Ivis soon trailed after.

And just like that, Vedrith had arrived back in her childhood home, the one filled only with succulent plants because that was the only kind of greenery her brother could keep alive.

As Vedrith stepped further in, she realized Erin was not in sight, until the door shut behind them and she turned around to see Erin leaning on the wall with his arms crossed.

"So who are you holding hostage?"

Huh. What a wonderful brother she had. "Hello dear sister, welcome home. Thank you dear brother, I appreciate it."

"Oh, you wanna play like that? Well, thank you dear sister, for calling me to let me know you're still alive." Erin grumbled, unimpressed with Vedrith's sass.