"What do you think we should do about our home?"
Yari turned her gaze away from the contest between three siblings that had yet to officially start.
In her lap, she held the large seed that would mark a new turn for her future.
"Hm? I think my darling's place is big enough, don't you think? I'm sure the baby will be quite comfortable."
"Erm... No, sister, that's not what I meant."
"You want to live with us?" Yari couldn't withhold her surprise.
"For the love of Muria, how does someone so incredibly bright have the dumbest moments possible??" Giselle huffed. "I'm talking about this place, Sunseed. Our actual home, the place we were born."
Somehow, Yari suddenly seemed much less interested.
"...I haven't considered this place to be my home for a very long time."
Giselle leaned over to place her hand on her sister's shoulder. She gently traced the criminal brandings that had haunted her for the last twenty years of her life.
