"What were you talking to the Little Squirrel Fairy about?"
Amelia Finch smiled. "Oh, nothing important. What brings you here, Willow?"
Seeing her evade the question, Willow Finch's eyes narrowed and her brow furrowed. "Amelia, since when do you lie to your sister?"
She sighed softly and raised a hand to stroke Amelia's head. "You don't have to hide things from me. You just need to be happy. You can tell me anything."
The gentle touch was a rare expression of her sister's tenderness.
'My sister is a gentle person.' Amelia had always known this. 'She's just not good at showing it.'
Her sister had always been so good to her. If anything, it was she who owed her sister a debt.
She had heard The Frostwastes were a fascinating place and had snuck off to see them. But there she'd encountered a Demonic Beast, which had shattered her spirit-core, her soul nearly scattering to the winds.
