Jetta’s broken speech, gaze, and bits of debris and dirt on her body did nothing to calm the worry tangling within Oswin. She looked to Adelheid, but before she could attempt to gain her sister’s eyes so they might decide what to do, Jetta was speaking. Oswin snapped her attention back to her sister but rather than receive answers, she only filled with more questions and a lingering sense of dread. Oswin’s eyes jumped from Jetta to Adelheid and back again, wondering if there was any understanding what Jetta was saying.

Clearly there wasn’t, for Adelheid appeared shocked. A sense of foreboding filled Oswin and she realized then, since her return to the Peak, she hadn’t yet run in to Inka. Oswin blinked, her ears twitched and she hoped she was wrong – she hoped Inka was fine, had maybe gone to live elsewhere on the islands, and Jetta was simply in shock from a wretched tumble. It was a hard thing to wish for – thinking of her sister suffering a fall – but it was easier to grab ahold of then what the truth may be.

A slight flicker in her mind told her she should move away and allow Jetta and Adelheid their moment together, but her hooves stayed planted. Oswin loved her sisters and she worried for Jetta in this moment. She couldn’t leave.

oswin
this is as brave as I know how to be.
I know it’s gonna hurt you, but please… be a little proud of me.