Sonata kept her guard up around Sunset. It was a nice thing to say, sure. But this was still the reason she and her sisters were basically starving these days.
“…thanks,” she said swiftly. “You do too,” she couldn’t help but add. “I really like your hair.”
“Thanks.” She said with a small smile, gently fluffing it. “Sonata, right? What are you doing out here?”
“Enjoying the air,” the siren told her. She had been sitting by a fountain in the park with her notepad, sketching the butterflies. “Why? Is that trouble?” her defensiveness returned.
It was hard to forget those gems– parts of their bodies in their true forms– breaking right at their feet.
“I wasn’t bothering anyone.”
“I-I know! I just… I don’t really have anyone to talk to right now…” Sunset said glumly.
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