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“I hadn’t heard about that.” Ayla watched alarm plague her beautiful cousins face, and she felt bad she had brought it up in the first place. “Its probably nothing,”[/color] she noted, her ‘this shouldn’t affect’ us tone very apparent. “Especially after what happened to my brother… It’s hard not to let fear creep in.” But that did make sense to Ayla. Why shouldn’t Lyra look over her shoulder? It wasn’t like it was normal, to hear that people were missing. To have your brother vanish. Instead, Ayla took Lyra’s hand in hers, gave it a squeeze. “I know,” she murmured, tracing the places Lyra’s eyes had just scanned. Ayla was well aware that fear was a very real and scary thing. Difficult to break free once you’re under its clutches. “You’re not alone though, Lyra. I’ll keep an eye out, and I’m a only a text away.” Ayla wasn’t used to being emotional, so if Lyra needed a speech–she wasn’t getting one. This was Ayla doing the best she could. She honestly hoped in her bones that it sounded comforting.
"Sometimes it feels like the pain will never go away. Do you ever feel that way, Ayla? Like we’re just trying to fill a void that can never be filled?” She looked at her cousin with a mixture of sadness and understanding in her eyes. “I…” fear tugged at her insides this time, daring her to lie. Should she tell the truth? Admit this weakness? “…I do, feel that way sometimes, Lyra,” she admitted very quietly, her eyes downcast. Except I will fill it. Even if it k/lls me. The thoughts were intrusive. “But knowing we have each other helps.” Lyra’s words pulled her back out of her head. Ayla nodded in agreement, her heart aching for her cousin and the pain they both shared. “Yes, it does,” she replied softly, her thumb rhythmically drawing circles on the area between the thumb and index finger on Lyra’s hand.
“Having family here makes all the difference. We’ll get through this together, just like always.” Ayla couldn’t help but grin at her cousin’s warmth. It was infectious, and she felt a sense of belonging that she hadn’t experienced in a long time. It was like the pieces of her life were finally falling into place, and she was determined to make the most of it. “Yeah, it’s going to be amazing,” When she first had the opportunity–not that it had ever closed, but Lyra was a good excuse to get back into the magically inclined academic world–she had still been morning her bother, two years ago. Alex, her bother, has been dead seven years now. Lyra, had jumpstarted her ambitious side–at least towards magic, which she had given up between the ages fifteen and twenty, and although she kicks herself in the butt for this, Lyra coming to Ninth House made her realize the power she could hold. Learn to hold. Ayla dearly missed the feeling of walking into a room and automatically be instantly liked or either hated. She had forced herself into introvertism (?) for heavens sake! But now? She had a goal, and nothing would stop her. “It does indeed.” Ayla looked around the ball room. “Do you think they have anything stronger than champagne? I feel like I should drink now, so when I’m buried in school work I’ll know I used up all the drinking I’m permitting myself this school year,” She winked, twirling around looking, dress poofing out. She only sounded half joking.
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