Finding a New Path

Paws twitched carefully as she adjusted the pelt that had long lost the scent of the one that birthed her, though it was a fabric riddled with long forgotten dreams of what could have been. It was something she intended to keep forever, and it would be added to her assortment of luggage she was amassing little by little during the day while everyone else was who knows where. She had stopped trying to keep account of everyone’s exploits, not because she found it exhausting but because she really had found it repetitive in some way. It was rare things ever went fully off schedule and if it did, it was likely a time she didn’t even know it had. A time she hadn’t stalked a family member or friend or anyone else for that matter to see what they were excluding her from this time. Plus, she had to admit that replying with the fact she was following anyone made her seem a little unhinged to put it nicely.

And when half the population she had known as a child was frozen in time, they didn’t make for very good entertainment in the social aspects of life. Good research. Terrible at holding conversations.

Her tail swayed against her back a few times as she moved a few wines and other things she wanted to take with her, whether they were actually hers or not. She was pretty sure some of those things belonged to Jade and other things belonged to dad. It wasn’t like they were here right this second to protest her selection.

Not even that blimey maid was here. The one that snuck here when her dad was out, as if he might eat her if he spotted her. She never really understood the story fully there, just that the woman belonged to her mother. A sigh escaped her. The only thing remotely maternal she had most her life was that maid and it was all in secret, checking up on the sisters periodically. And now even that woman was gone. She had heard a funeral would be later that day, age, a rarity these days, had caught up to that woman. No longer would she have such a visitor and maybe that was what made her finally take her dad’s hints to heart instead of ignoring it any longer. Maybe it was because she no longer could claim she was still just a baby now that her body had fully matured after years of being a teenager.

She was thinking of sneaking out, but she had lingered, touching each thing in the house, reminiscing over things that probably only she remembered. Maybe her sister might have found such things important enough to think about, but she wasn’t confident in that.

Carefully, she made her way toward the door, expectant of a certain large figure. “Daddy, welcome home!” she trilled and tackled someone blindly as they entered the building while knocking some of her piles over in the process.

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