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[blessingone]

[At the south of the village, once a bit farther out of the way before the higher numbered community buildings and the battle dome appeared, is a single-floor house surrounded by way more gardens than any reasonable person could ever need. There, in House 34, an eclectic group from the Legacy reside and raise the child left behind by Senel and Stella.

This is their fourth wall post.]

[Specifically, this is a group post for Norma, Grune, Fenimore, and Walter. Comments inside for each will give more detail on what they're up to.]

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[blessingone]

You weren't going to believe me if I didn't go this far.

[She sighs, but a grin is starting to creep back into her face. This is a most promising sign...and also, despite everything, her reaction is a little funny.]

Now do you believe me? Or do you need me to go on?

[welzes]

[Being the little sister is suffering.]

No . . . [Internal sigh.] No one else should know about any of that.

[Her head hanging, Thyra's shoulders slump forward. It seems proof enough. It should be, under normal circumstances, but this isn't normal. Still, so much of her earlier energy has gone off and over a figurative cliff.

Straightening, albeit with some difficulty (she's so numbed by the heat that it's hard for her to tell if she's not shaking visibly), she stares vacantly in front of her.

But this is . . . too kind . . .

Do you need me to go on?]

I don't know.

[blessingone]

[Well, while Thyra is busy being unsure, Fenimore is going to try to step forward and pull her unceremoniously into a hug. None too gently, either. She's reached about the end of her patience.]