I know my sister isn't much for words, and I myself do not use them all that much. As I get older though, I find the use of words...nice. I can convey my exact thoughts with them. I will never know what my mother thinks of the painted sky that is fading before me. I will not know her opinion on the purpose of life, not in any way tangible. I do know what she loves and values by the way she touches and looks at things, and there is much value in Mother's world of no words. Much value that I find that words cannot compare to. I enjoy the mix that my parents bring. I can see the value of both worlds of words and silence. It is finding the balance that matters.

I am pleased to see her silver form, now dusted with the colors of the fading sun, fall into mine. I hold much value in my sister, and I cherish each and every little moment I get to spend with her. Her and Judas. They are my blood, my siblings. Parts of me separated into different bodies. That is how I see it, anyway. My other sisters? Well, they are not as Vesper and Judas, and never will be in my eyes.

I allow my dark paws to pull her in and hold her tight. Sweetly I lick her ear, motions and connection I hold dear due to mother's teachings. I am a bit unaware at this time in my life, that my physical closeness with my siblings might be seen as strange, but I will never understand how someone can oppose being close to someone you care about. I inhale her sweet scent with my nostrils, breathing out the chilled air as the sun takes its last breath before falling deep into the ocean. It is then, that my sister's whisper of a voice calls to me, and I nod as I agree to keep her warm on this night.

"Do you think the sun holds its breath all night, when it goes beneath the ocean? I imagine that is what the sun does , so it can shine bright when it is in the sky," I ponder, my glistening violet blue eyes wandering from the sky being touched with stars back to that of my sister so close, my sister so dear. I do hope she can make it all night, and that we do not surrender unto sleep until the sky twists colors again. I allow a grin on my black and grey maw. A grin of welcoming and comfort, something I hope I will always have for my sister. I cannot imagine ever being angry with her, not truly, but I cannot forsee the future. I will do my best though, to protect her and Judas, and make sure they are happy. I think that is my goal in this world, to provide my siblings with everything they need.