Rosebay finds that it’s difficult to keep her emotions in check once they have exploded free of her. She finds it’s difficult to reel them back in once they’ve found their way into the world and it takes every ounce of willpower to hold them back. Takes everything to try and keep her face composed and her voice even when everything in her wants to compel the girl to walk off a cliff or talk until her tongue fell off.
But that is not the purpose of this conversation and so she manages to keep her cool.
She swallows and laughs lightly at the question, as though she was unaffected by the casual mention of her own mother’s demise. Although there was nothing strange at all about the way she’d reacted.
“I am,” she answers, honest for once. “My sister’s name is Iris.” She has not seen her since the disappearing of her mother and were she a kinder woman, she might have feared for her. But she knows that her sister is more capable than most of keeping herself protected and she doesn’t think twice of it.
“What of your twin?”
but in all chaos, there is calculation