before finally stammering, "Who are you?" Okay, so it was the lamest thing she could have asked, with all the questions running through her head, but there was NO way she was going to be able to leave it at that.
"My name is Aria. I am your sister." a bright smile still remained on her features and she blinked seeing the woman before her going more pale, as if her flesh was going into competition with her hair for being the whitest.
A sister? Judging by age... no... her mother never told her ANYTHING about a sister nor did she remember anything about one, "How old are you?" she asked looking at the girl before her.
"I'm seventeen now, since last month." she chirped happily, clasping her hands behind her back, "You don't know me because I was born when you were little, I think about 3 years old at the time. Mom gave me up for adoption as soon I was born. I suppose she wanted a better life for me." a shrug while still smiling.
Now, her head was beginning to hurt and she frowned rather deeply, "Aria... you... oie." A sigh before she groaned, "That does sound like mom though..." her voice was soft, "Explains a lot really... still why did you only find me now?"
At this point the cheerful smile became a bittersweet one, "I wanted you to know I existed... before I died." Aria allowed the silence to sink in, "You see, I've been blessed by one of the angels. They were worried I'd be like the rest of the family. Mom and Dad were impure, and you became impure then were blessed by Dust. I suppose they didn't want me to fall into that, though I am pure anyway so I don't see what they are so worried about."
Death? Pure? Words that she had long tried to not associate with each other in her own life for a long time and Kia had to keep herself together, "You... I won't remember you after you die." Voice was soft as she sunk down at the
"My name is Aria. I am your sister." a bright smile still remained on her features and she blinked seeing the woman before her going more pale, as if her flesh was going into competition with her hair for being the whitest.
A sister? Judging by age... no... her mother never told her ANYTHING about a sister nor did she remember anything about one, "How old are you?" she asked looking at the girl before her.
"I'm seventeen now, since last month." she chirped happily, clasping her hands behind her back, "You don't know me because I was born when you were little, I think about 3 years old at the time. Mom gave me up for adoption as soon I was born. I suppose she wanted a better life for me." a shrug while still smiling.
Now, her head was beginning to hurt and she frowned rather deeply, "Aria... you... oie." A sigh before she groaned, "That does sound like mom though..." her voice was soft, "Explains a lot really... still why did you only find me now?"
At this point the cheerful smile became a bittersweet one, "I wanted you to know I existed... before I died." Aria allowed the silence to sink in, "You see, I've been blessed by one of the angels. They were worried I'd be like the rest of the family. Mom and Dad were impure, and you became impure then were blessed by Dust. I suppose they didn't want me to fall into that, though I am pure anyway so I don't see what they are so worried about."
Death? Pure? Words that she had long tried to not associate with each other in her own life for a long time and Kia had to keep herself together, "You... I won't remember you after you die." Voice was soft as she sunk down at the
