Sisters [Blitz/ Spesh]

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Sarita Wolfe

They’ve never seen a battle,
they’ve never seen a man die

Manners. Sewing. Quiet. That's what Sarita had become after the Games. The Victory tour was blazing through the Districts and as it approached her home a sense of dread filled her stomach. They're dead. she would think, pulling her thread taunt and and cutting the string. There was evidence of her hobby all over her room. Needlework covered everything, the tables, the bed. She tried to hang some on the wall but ran out of nails and space and resorted to just placing the work aside and starting a new one.

Wolves. She embroidered those beasts most often. Sometimes starry nights, sometimes high towers, she even stitched a painfully detailed knight astride a horse. Her hands would shake if she stopped working so she never did. Only concentrated on her work only pausing to wince if the needle pricked her finger. Her family might worry about her but half of her family was dead now. There weren't many left to care.

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JEYNE SCHELL

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Ever since the Games had started, Jenye hardly returned home. She went back every few days to check in with her parents, to make sure everything was alright. That changed once the two Wolfe tributes died. After that, Jeyne returned home only every few weeks. She spent nearly every waking - and sleeping - hour with Rajas. She loved that she was able to, but yet the days were filled with more silence than not. There really wasn't much to say.

One day she decided to venture to Sarita's room. Jeyne figured that trying to have a relationship with Rajas' siblings was a good plan, and Sarita seemed like the best one to start with. As Jeyne got to the door, she froze, but she forced herself to turn the handle and open up on the room of the only female sibling Rajas still had. "Hey, Sarita," she said timidly, "Can I come in?"

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Sarita Wolfe

They’ve never seen a battle,
they’ve never seen a man die

The voice at the door startled her. Female and young- Aria? No, Aria would never have been so polite as to ask before entering. She would have just torn into room like a thunderstorm, kicking up all her needlework and messing up her neatly made bed. This voice belonged to someone else though, Jeyne. Her sister-in-law. Mother usually chased her out before they could have a lengthy conversation. However Mother was alone, wallowing in her suffering alone and didn't seem to care the girl was here.

"Yes you may. Please, have a seat," always the model of manners, Sarita dropped her sewing and cleared off a place for the woman to sit beside her facing the window. Sarita's dress was wrinkled and she ran her fingers over the fabric to smooth it. Pleasant and polite, no matter what the times were like.

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JEYNE SCHELL

Jeyne was surprised that Sarita let her in, she never seemed like the most friendly. Sarita was always courteous, but Jeyne doubted anything Sarita said to her went further than that. Maybe it shouldn't have counted as a surprise to Jeyne that she was let in, but she was right in doubting that the conversation was one if interest. Being with people other than Rajas was always frightening, even his younger sisters.

Slowing walking in, Jeyne managed to make her way to the seat that Sarita had pointed out to her next to the window. She sat down and there were a few beats of silence, finally she spoke, "So how are you managing?" Jeyne didn't want to upset Sarita with touchy subjects. Anyways, making small talk was already difficult enough.

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Sarita Wolfe

They’ve never seen a battle,
they’ve never seen a man die

"So how are you managing?" It seems like such a simple question. Something to be asked in times of trouble. An easy way of addressing the problem, yet when you try to answer it, the words are hard to come by. Sarita sat calmly in her chain, ankles crossed with her hands folded in her lap and could only stare at Jeyne. Staring wasn't polite but her manners were falling off of her lip leaves off a tree in Autumn.

"So how are you managing?" Sarita made up a whole story in her head. She was fairing fine, her father's death had prepared her for this and Aria and Bran were parts of a great Game. They were part of history now and people would remember them. That she thought it was better this way. Only none of that came out.

"Jeyne..." the tip of Sarita's nose had turned pink, her eyes filling up with tears. "I miss them." Then her tears gave out to full out sobs.

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JEYNE SCHELL

Honestly, Jeyne was taken aback by Sarita. She was used to Sarita being steady, calm, and never showing her emotions through her face. This time though, Sarita was crying. Jeyne believed that she was going to be pushed aside by the girl, but she wasn't. Of course, this made Jeyne no less shy. She wasn't exactly sure how to respond to Sarita's tears.

She put her arm around her sister-of-sorts, drawing her close. She was afraid of doing anything wrong, and she was painfully shy of saying anything anyways. Only short statements were able to leave Jeyne's mouth, and the best she could manage was, "I miss them too, Sarita," And she went on, ""It shouldn't have been them."

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Sarita Wolfe

They’ve never seen a battle,
they’ve never seen a man die

As anyone may know, once someone begins to cry it is terribly hard to get them to stop. One the first sob escaped her lips Sarita was a goner, all her emotions just tumbling out. Her tears flowed freely and her voice was choked with feeling. She practically doubled over, holding her stomach and trying to make the pain go away. The pain of crying, of breathing, of living with them gone.

"She killed him, Jeyne," Sarita managed out, trying to wipe away a tear only for it to be replaced by a new one. "She murdered her baby brother and- and she didn't even get to come home."

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JEYNE SCHELL

It wasn't easy for Jeyne to sit there and be an older sister to Sarita, but she knew she had to. Jeyne was painfully shy, and just being around Sarita made her feel anxious. She wasn't able to understand why she was like that, but Jeyne just knew that being around other people made her worry. Also, Jeyne had thought that Sarita shared the same thoughts of Jeyne that her mother did. Yet she was here, crying on Jeyne, treating her like an older sister. It was astounding.

Her sister was really letting it out now, balling. All Jeyne could bring herself to do was place her hand on Sarita's head. "The games got to her. The victor changed her from your sister into something else." Jeyne wasn't even sure about what she was saying, it just sounded right.

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Sarita Wolfe

They’ve never seen a battle,
they’ve never seen a man die

"The victor changed her from your sister into something else." Another sob shook the girl's skinny frame. Her arms wrapped around Jeyne, her fingers digging into the fabfric of her shirt.

"I saw her in there," Sarita said, sniffling and attempting to wipe her eyes that ended up failing. "I could see her... Little Aria... my baby sister... she's a killer.. she was a killer. She's gone."

For once no sobs came, only silence. Sarita stared out the window as the left over tears rolled down her face.

"She's gone..."

Her little Aria Underfoot was dead, gone with her brave knight Bran. Why couldn't she be with them? Why did they have to leave her here alone?

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JEYNE SCHELL

No matter what Jeyne said, it would calm her sister, it would only make her state worse. This worried Jeyne, but somehow she knew that this was helpful and the right thing to do. This wasn't what Sarita was normally like. There was needlework all over the room, clearly the girl's way of keeping her feelings within and not letting anything out. It amazing Jeyne that Sarita could keep everything in.

"She is, I know it's difficult. But I'm here, and I promise that I'll do everything I can." Jeyne wasn't even sure what she meant by that, but she meant it. That's all that mattered.

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Sarita Wolfe

They’ve never seen a battle,
they’ve never seen a man die

"Thank you, Jeyne," Sarita muttered out, trying to maintain herself. Sitting up straight she straightened out the skirt of her dress and ran her fingers under her eyes. Giving a polite smile to Jeyne, Sartia grabbed the needlework she had been working on and started it up again with shaking fingers. However, she stopped and looked back up again.

"You're going to be a marvelous addition to the family," Sarita said it because she knew her mother never would. Her mother was mourning by herself and it was Jeyne who comforted her. She would fit in this wounded wolf pack just fine.

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JEYNE SCHELL

"You're going to be a marvelous addition to the family," Sarita said. That meant more to Jeyne than she could express, and it brought a faint smile to her face. The smile showed the space between her two teeth, and Jeyne worried that Sarita would judge her. She was smiling because someone besides Rajas had said she was part of the family. She could help but to laugh slightly when she said, "Sarita, you know we're not engaged yet." Hopefully that would change soon.

Her smile faded away as she noticed Sarita going back to her needlework, "You don't have to hide your emotions from me, you should know that. It's hard on all of us, and holding it in just makes it worse." Jeyne was trying to open up to the rest of the Wolfe family. Hopefully it was working.

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Sarita Wolfe

They’ve never seen a battle,
they’ve never seen a man die

Looking down, Sarita studied her work as the needle worked in and out of the material. She listened intently as Jeyne spoke and eventually put her needle down to look up at her. The girl had a space between her two front teeth. Normally, the girl would be horrified at such a sight but it was cute on the girl. Just something that made her special.

"I think I'll be better because I might have lost a sister, but I also gained one too," she stuck the needle into the fabric again, pulling the it out to fit in the last stitch before cutting it and tying it off. The picture in the material was of a wolf, a smaller one with thick pale gray fur. It had kind, gentle eyes and Sarita smiled down at it before handing it to Jeyne. "For you."

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JEYNE SCHELL

Sarita had given Jeyne a little piece of fabric with a wolf on it. Wolf, like Wolfe. It was meant to symbolize that Sarita had accepted Jeyne as a part of the family, or at least that's what Jeyne thought of it. The feeling that came over her was more one of relief than anything else. Just being accepted by another of the Wolfe family really was monumental. Jeyne had no idea where she stood with Jon or the little baby brother, but two out of the four siblings liking her was a good start.

"Thank you, Sarita. This means so much to me," Jeyne said, hugging her sister, "And it's really pretty too!"

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