Post by Wolf Tears on Jul 9, 2010 21:33:53 GMT -6
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Well, just because we're face to face
Meet Kaphaylia Rossini, known to her sister as Phayl
She has spent all twenty of her years as a female
But only five of them away from the Capitol
[.}look, but don't touch- this is /toxic/{.]
Kaphaylia was born in autumn, and according to her younger sister, the trees took up all the red and brown color and wouldn't leave any left over for her. Phayl's never really believed that (it's hard to believe anything that comes out of Wyn's mouth, since even her most straightforward comments usually take root in some bizarre half-world), but she does have to concede that she's pale. Really, really pale. Her skin is white almost to the point of albinism; if you look closely, you can see her veins in far more places than probably ought to be able to. (Unless she's been in the sun recently, in which case you can't make anything out under the burn.) It's fair, too, mostly unblemished ever since she emerged her teenage years. Her short hair, which falls in wisps around her face unless she holds it back somehow, doesn't exactly match (it isn't quite platinum blonde), but it's a very light sort of beach-blonde. Even her eyes, small and close-set, are a particularly light shade of hazel rather than the brown or green shared by her parents and both siblings.
This coloration, unfortunately for Kaphaylia, makes her extremely photosensitive; even florescent lights that are too bright hurt her eyes and give her a headache if she's under them for too long, and if you put her out in the sun for more than about two seconds she will burn very badly. (She never manages to get a tan out of the deal, either- the skin just peels right back to white.) She could have gotten the Capitol surgeons to dye her skin or something when she was younger, but her vanity always kept her from doing that; she thinks everyone should be able to appreciate her beauty, and that doing anything to change what she looks like would just be needlessly messing with perfection. (She's not exactly beautiful- more cute than pretty, really, because of her round face and soft features- but don't tell her that. She'll get mad.) Instead, she tries to keep from going out unless it's nighttime, and if she does have to go out during the day she applies sunscreen liberally and wears sunglasses.
When it comes to clothing, you'll find her in one of two kinds of outfits- athletic or trendy. She runs a lot for fun, which is what keeps her so thin, and she generally wears appropriate clothing while doing so. The rest of the time, though, she tries to go for simple, but flattering. She refuses to wear anything ugly, of course, but she can't wear anything too fancy or it might take attention away from her, and we wouldn't want that, now would we?
Doesn't mean we're eye to eye
[.}don't rely on first impressions--{.]
The first imperssion that Kaphaylia gives anyone who talks to her is that of the ultimate social butterfly. She's always up for talking; approach her, and you will find her chatty and sociable even with strangers, a stark contrast to her sister's apparent silence. She's just as comfortable with small talk as she is with deep conversations and will happily talk for hours about anything, everything, or nothing at all. Her early years under her parents' wings taught her that anyone is or can be a social contact, regardless of station, age, sex, or anything else, and even in this new life she deems in necessary to keep up the habit. She doesn't chat people up for the sake of being friendly; she does it for information, and because you never know when you'll need to pull strings to keep on the good side of whatever powers may be. She and Wyn are not going to be kidnapped and dragged off to the Games, see- not if she has anything to do about it.
Even without her ulterior motives, though, Kaphaylia would never make a truly nice conversationalist. Though her words are polite- you will never catch her cursing someone out directly (at least not in a language they understand), and she prefers to sound polite- most of what she says is actually either subtle digs or, if she really feels like it, scathing insults disguised only thinly by her tone of voice. It takes a rare person to get on her good side; about the only way to do it is to be exceptionally kind to her sister or to really, really impress her.
And impressing her, as you can probably guess, is difficult. She is vain beyond all reason, and believes herself to be far above anything that any other members of this puny species can come up with. (There's a reason she only lets Wyn call her Phayl. Anyone else and it sounds like they're calling her Fail, and she is most certainly not a failure, thank you very much!) It's a quiet arrogance- she doesn't go around proclaiming "hey, I'm better than you" to everyone in sight, because she thinks she shouldn't need to- but it's obvious in the way she holds herself, the way she talks, and above all the way she treats other people. The entire human race is around for her amusement and her amusement only; anyone who she tires of, she instantly ceases to care about. She'll let them know it, too. (Politely, of course.)
Her most grating trait stems from that arrogance. She is one of the most devout followers of schadenfreude you will ever meet; to garner sympathy from her is rare, because she sees any misfortune to others as being purely for her own entertainment. Why should she care about other people's feelings- or health, for that matter- when it's so funny to watch them get hurt? As you can probably imagine, though, there's a double standard here; if someone else is laughing at her misfortune, or at Wyn's, she will fly into an instant rage. She won't attack physically, but she will drop all of her tact and fling a barrage of insults at the speaker. Laughing at other people's misfortune is her thing, and her problems are not funny in the slightest.
Speaking of things that are hers and hers alone, Kaphaylia is extremely possessive of items and people. She doesn't like her things being touched, and will snap at anyone who dares to lay a hand on her most prized possessions. There aren't a lot of people that she cares about enough to think of them as "hers," but once that happens, she will become extremely jealous of anyone else they're close to, or even items that they spend a lot of time using. She usually ends up lashing out against "her" person rather than the thing making her jealous, though, which generally ends up hurting her in the end; she's thick-skinned and almost nothing bothers her, but rejection is one of the things that can get to her. It's a lot more painful to be dumped or pushed aside or even withdrawn from than she likes to admit.
The one person she has never lashed out at and never insulted is her sister. There are times when she'd like to, because Lawynamere's, ah, quirks can get extremely frustrating, but she reigns in what little patience she has because she knows Wyn can't take that kind of verbal abuse, and the last thing she wants to do is hurt her sister, or let her get hurt. Everyone has at least one good trait, and this is Phayl's- above all else, she loves her little sister and would do anything for her, from giving up her life to running away from their fancy home in the Capitol.
So break the world and burn it down
Her only living family member is Lawynamere Rossini
She was born in the Capitol
But has been forced into the life of a wanderer
[.}--because the story is rarely that simple{.]
Forty years ago, Panem did not seem like the ideal place to go when you needed an escape. Wherever you were from and whatever your problems were, they were rarely worse than a tyrannical government who called for the tithe of children's lives every year, and if they were worse, you probably couldn't get to the place anyway. Even if you could, they probably wouldn't take you unless you had some serious connections.
Bohdana and Andrei Anatova did not, for those very reasons, consider Panem when rumors of war sprang up in their native Russia. However, they did need to go somewhere; it was a war that never materialized, but they didn't know that at the time, and it would have been stupid to stay when they had everything- each other, their lives, two small children, a small fortune- to lose. They took five-year-old Ivan and three-year-old Makariy to Italy, where they stayed until Ivan was grown (Makariy never quite made it to adulthood- he died in an accident at age seventeen).
At twenty-five, Ivan married a young Italian woman by the name of Anzia, and the clock started ticking. Three years later, everything hopped in the proverbial handbasket and headed off for hell.
See, there was one thing Anzia Rossini never told her new family: the true purpose behind her career. She told them she was a crime scene detective, but she failed to fill out that information with the fact that what she was really doing was making sure she got assigned to certain cases so she could destroy or discount evidence that led to members of the Italian mafia. She also neglected to inform them when she wasn't given payment for a job, and in a fit of anger decided to double-cross her cell leader. It was an act that caused a lot of grief and drama, and one that she never forgave herself for.
To make a long and traumatizing story short, the couple's one-year-old daughter and Bohdana Anatova were kidnapped, and though Anzia did her best to get them back in the end their mangled bodies were delivered to the young couple's doorstep. Anzia, pregnant and terrified for the remnants of her family, panicked. She asked her husband and father-in-law to take her maiden name; never the type to ask questions, they complied, and she used that name to pull every string she had a hand on and call in every favor she could remember ever giving. Within a week, the family was headed to the one place she was sure they wouldn't be followed: Panem.
Kaphaylia was born shortly afterward, which was a great deal of her problem. It’s not easy to be first-generation, particularly when your family is an odd mix of two very foreign cultures; the child grew up speaking a fluid mix of Russian, Italian, and English that made no sense to anyone but her parents, and she had odd habits and traditions, too. She didn't know the stories and games that the other children knew, and while some were willing to teach her, others shied away from what was different. On top of that, the family was wealthy put not exactly on par with most of the Capitol denizens, so she got teased for that when she started school. It wasn’t much- just children being children, really- but being made to feel like an outsider in your birth country doesn’t generally make you too inclined to forgive and forget. She quickly learned (well, decided, really) that while other children could coast, for her there was only one way to make a path for herself: to carve it out on her own merits.
She did so, slowly molding herself into the classic popular bitch: always surrounded by people, always putting others down to make herself seem larger than life, always playing others and trying to move the social field to her advantage. It was petty and it earned her no points with those who chose their friends based on judge of character, but it worked. By the time she hit middle school the teasing had completely ceased, simple because no one dared to challenge her. No one even called her Phayl anymore, which had always been among the most popular (if least original) attacks.
And now, the story of the crash, right? The story of how she was knocked down a few notches by some upstart, and learned the error of her ways and became a better person because of it? Yeah. Wrong. Kaphaylia Rossini didn’t fall, though many would have appreciated it- she just vanished from the scene.
From the day she grew old enough to speak, Lawynamere Rossini was a problem for her family. A loved problem, yes, and sometimes not much of one at all, but a burden nonetheless. They had the worst time convincing her that her nightmares weren’t real, and she caused all kinds of trouble by insisting that people did things they had no memory of. When she was young, her belief in fairie tales was no problem, because children often believe that kind of thing. However, she clung to those things more stubbornly than most, earning herself a world of teasing and several counseling sessions as she rose through grade school and continued to talk about things like the rabbit in the moon and the tooth fairie. (When questioned, she always said that the teakettle assured her that the stories were true. Eventually the endless rounds of psychologists ceased to be endless; the family and the school both just gave up.) She never stood up for herself, she just clung to her beliefs and let the people who mocked her do whatever they wanted. She never took the verbal abuse very seriously. Eccentric but with a few friends, her childhood was probably happier overall than Kaphaylia’s, despite the teasing.
Kaphaylia was jealous of her for that. She wanted that quiet confidence, and she wanted real friends. She could never bring herself to be malevolent toward the girl, though. Lawynamere was too genuinely sweet for that, too small and unprotected. Phayl took the girl under her wing, giving her the inevitable nickname of Wyn and doing her best to mold the girl into a better person than she could ever be.
Then Wyn turned ten, and the world flipped upside down. The girl’s delusions seemed to be getting worse and worse, no matter what the family did or said. Finally someone snapped and told her that if she kept talking about those things, some people would come to take her away from the rest of the family- and that’s when the trouble started. The child’s screaming began to wake them up at night as nightmare after nightmare invaded Wyn’s mind- nightmares that she would not explain, except that they had to do with being stolen. Kaphaylia did her best to calm her sister down, but the sequence of bad dreams finally came to a head one night when Phayl woke to find her younger sister packing a suitcase for what looked like a long, long trip.
She almost let Wyn go. She almost returned to her warm bed and went back to sleep, to let her parents deal with it in the morning; she almost let herself go on with her normal life, her petty battles at school and her equally petty. But she couldn’t do that; Wyn would be long gone by then, and Phayl couldn’t bear to let her sister be alone in a world she didn’t understand. Kaphaylia packed up some food, some clothing, and some money and jotted down a note for her parents, assuring them she’d be back with her little sister as soon as possible.
She never saw them again. For a year she chased her sister around Panem, trying to convince Lawynamere that she wasn’t trying to kill her, that she was really Kaphaylia and not a demon in disguise. By the time Wyn finally accepted her, the younger Rossini sister had gotten it into her head that if she went home, her parents would die on the spot. Phayl talked her out of that and took her back to the Capitol, but Wyn’s prophecy had come eerily close to true; the mafia that Anzia, Ivan, and Andrei had run from all those years ago had tracked them down and slaughtered them just days before. If the sisters (Wyn eleven, Phayl sixteen) had been there, they would have died as well.
Phayl took finding the bodies pretty well. She had never been very close to her parents anyway, so she basically shrugged it off and looted the house, taking all the money and valuables she could find, knowing the sisters would need money to get by the next few years. Wyn, however, took it rather less than well; she instantly became convinced that the unknown killers were after her, and fled for her life.
Cue another long, exasperating year of chasing,
Kaphaylia managed to get her sister to settle down a little, but despite three more years she has never managed to convince her sister that they’re safe. Wyn insists on frequent changes of location and changes her own appearance almost as often, leaving Kaphaylia to apply for yet another temporary job as she wonders why she got herself into this. She hasn’t gone anywhere, though- she loves her sister too much to abandon her to her own twisted little world.
One day at a time. That's what Phayl tells herself. One day at a time, and it'll all work out eventually. She'll make sure of it.
But don't be surprised when I laugh
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Well, just because we're face to face
Meet Kaphaylia Rossini, known to her sister as Phayl
She has spent all twenty of her years as a female
But only five of them away from the Capitol
[.}look, but don't touch- this is /toxic/{.]
Kaphaylia was born in autumn, and according to her younger sister, the trees took up all the red and brown color and wouldn't leave any left over for her. Phayl's never really believed that (it's hard to believe anything that comes out of Wyn's mouth, since even her most straightforward comments usually take root in some bizarre half-world), but she does have to concede that she's pale. Really, really pale. Her skin is white almost to the point of albinism; if you look closely, you can see her veins in far more places than probably ought to be able to. (Unless she's been in the sun recently, in which case you can't make anything out under the burn.) It's fair, too, mostly unblemished ever since she emerged her teenage years. Her short hair, which falls in wisps around her face unless she holds it back somehow, doesn't exactly match (it isn't quite platinum blonde), but it's a very light sort of beach-blonde. Even her eyes, small and close-set, are a particularly light shade of hazel rather than the brown or green shared by her parents and both siblings.
This coloration, unfortunately for Kaphaylia, makes her extremely photosensitive; even florescent lights that are too bright hurt her eyes and give her a headache if she's under them for too long, and if you put her out in the sun for more than about two seconds she will burn very badly. (She never manages to get a tan out of the deal, either- the skin just peels right back to white.) She could have gotten the Capitol surgeons to dye her skin or something when she was younger, but her vanity always kept her from doing that; she thinks everyone should be able to appreciate her beauty, and that doing anything to change what she looks like would just be needlessly messing with perfection. (She's not exactly beautiful- more cute than pretty, really, because of her round face and soft features- but don't tell her that. She'll get mad.) Instead, she tries to keep from going out unless it's nighttime, and if she does have to go out during the day she applies sunscreen liberally and wears sunglasses.
When it comes to clothing, you'll find her in one of two kinds of outfits- athletic or trendy. She runs a lot for fun, which is what keeps her so thin, and she generally wears appropriate clothing while doing so. The rest of the time, though, she tries to go for simple, but flattering. She refuses to wear anything ugly, of course, but she can't wear anything too fancy or it might take attention away from her, and we wouldn't want that, now would we?
Doesn't mean we're eye to eye
[.}don't rely on first impressions--{.]
The first imperssion that Kaphaylia gives anyone who talks to her is that of the ultimate social butterfly. She's always up for talking; approach her, and you will find her chatty and sociable even with strangers, a stark contrast to her sister's apparent silence. She's just as comfortable with small talk as she is with deep conversations and will happily talk for hours about anything, everything, or nothing at all. Her early years under her parents' wings taught her that anyone is or can be a social contact, regardless of station, age, sex, or anything else, and even in this new life she deems in necessary to keep up the habit. She doesn't chat people up for the sake of being friendly; she does it for information, and because you never know when you'll need to pull strings to keep on the good side of whatever powers may be. She and Wyn are not going to be kidnapped and dragged off to the Games, see- not if she has anything to do about it.
Even without her ulterior motives, though, Kaphaylia would never make a truly nice conversationalist. Though her words are polite- you will never catch her cursing someone out directly (at least not in a language they understand), and she prefers to sound polite- most of what she says is actually either subtle digs or, if she really feels like it, scathing insults disguised only thinly by her tone of voice. It takes a rare person to get on her good side; about the only way to do it is to be exceptionally kind to her sister or to really, really impress her.
And impressing her, as you can probably guess, is difficult. She is vain beyond all reason, and believes herself to be far above anything that any other members of this puny species can come up with. (There's a reason she only lets Wyn call her Phayl. Anyone else and it sounds like they're calling her Fail, and she is most certainly not a failure, thank you very much!) It's a quiet arrogance- she doesn't go around proclaiming "hey, I'm better than you" to everyone in sight, because she thinks she shouldn't need to- but it's obvious in the way she holds herself, the way she talks, and above all the way she treats other people. The entire human race is around for her amusement and her amusement only; anyone who she tires of, she instantly ceases to care about. She'll let them know it, too. (Politely, of course.)
Her most grating trait stems from that arrogance. She is one of the most devout followers of schadenfreude you will ever meet; to garner sympathy from her is rare, because she sees any misfortune to others as being purely for her own entertainment. Why should she care about other people's feelings- or health, for that matter- when it's so funny to watch them get hurt? As you can probably imagine, though, there's a double standard here; if someone else is laughing at her misfortune, or at Wyn's, she will fly into an instant rage. She won't attack physically, but she will drop all of her tact and fling a barrage of insults at the speaker. Laughing at other people's misfortune is her thing, and her problems are not funny in the slightest.
Speaking of things that are hers and hers alone, Kaphaylia is extremely possessive of items and people. She doesn't like her things being touched, and will snap at anyone who dares to lay a hand on her most prized possessions. There aren't a lot of people that she cares about enough to think of them as "hers," but once that happens, she will become extremely jealous of anyone else they're close to, or even items that they spend a lot of time using. She usually ends up lashing out against "her" person rather than the thing making her jealous, though, which generally ends up hurting her in the end; she's thick-skinned and almost nothing bothers her, but rejection is one of the things that can get to her. It's a lot more painful to be dumped or pushed aside or even withdrawn from than she likes to admit.
The one person she has never lashed out at and never insulted is her sister. There are times when she'd like to, because Lawynamere's, ah, quirks can get extremely frustrating, but she reigns in what little patience she has because she knows Wyn can't take that kind of verbal abuse, and the last thing she wants to do is hurt her sister, or let her get hurt. Everyone has at least one good trait, and this is Phayl's- above all else, she loves her little sister and would do anything for her, from giving up her life to running away from their fancy home in the Capitol.
So break the world and burn it down
Her only living family member is Lawynamere Rossini
She was born in the Capitol
But has been forced into the life of a wanderer
[.}--because the story is rarely that simple{.]
Forty years ago, Panem did not seem like the ideal place to go when you needed an escape. Wherever you were from and whatever your problems were, they were rarely worse than a tyrannical government who called for the tithe of children's lives every year, and if they were worse, you probably couldn't get to the place anyway. Even if you could, they probably wouldn't take you unless you had some serious connections.
Bohdana and Andrei Anatova did not, for those very reasons, consider Panem when rumors of war sprang up in their native Russia. However, they did need to go somewhere; it was a war that never materialized, but they didn't know that at the time, and it would have been stupid to stay when they had everything- each other, their lives, two small children, a small fortune- to lose. They took five-year-old Ivan and three-year-old Makariy to Italy, where they stayed until Ivan was grown (Makariy never quite made it to adulthood- he died in an accident at age seventeen).
At twenty-five, Ivan married a young Italian woman by the name of Anzia, and the clock started ticking. Three years later, everything hopped in the proverbial handbasket and headed off for hell.
See, there was one thing Anzia Rossini never told her new family: the true purpose behind her career. She told them she was a crime scene detective, but she failed to fill out that information with the fact that what she was really doing was making sure she got assigned to certain cases so she could destroy or discount evidence that led to members of the Italian mafia. She also neglected to inform them when she wasn't given payment for a job, and in a fit of anger decided to double-cross her cell leader. It was an act that caused a lot of grief and drama, and one that she never forgave herself for.
To make a long and traumatizing story short, the couple's one-year-old daughter and Bohdana Anatova were kidnapped, and though Anzia did her best to get them back in the end their mangled bodies were delivered to the young couple's doorstep. Anzia, pregnant and terrified for the remnants of her family, panicked. She asked her husband and father-in-law to take her maiden name; never the type to ask questions, they complied, and she used that name to pull every string she had a hand on and call in every favor she could remember ever giving. Within a week, the family was headed to the one place she was sure they wouldn't be followed: Panem.
Kaphaylia was born shortly afterward, which was a great deal of her problem. It’s not easy to be first-generation, particularly when your family is an odd mix of two very foreign cultures; the child grew up speaking a fluid mix of Russian, Italian, and English that made no sense to anyone but her parents, and she had odd habits and traditions, too. She didn't know the stories and games that the other children knew, and while some were willing to teach her, others shied away from what was different. On top of that, the family was wealthy put not exactly on par with most of the Capitol denizens, so she got teased for that when she started school. It wasn’t much- just children being children, really- but being made to feel like an outsider in your birth country doesn’t generally make you too inclined to forgive and forget. She quickly learned (well, decided, really) that while other children could coast, for her there was only one way to make a path for herself: to carve it out on her own merits.
She did so, slowly molding herself into the classic popular bitch: always surrounded by people, always putting others down to make herself seem larger than life, always playing others and trying to move the social field to her advantage. It was petty and it earned her no points with those who chose their friends based on judge of character, but it worked. By the time she hit middle school the teasing had completely ceased, simple because no one dared to challenge her. No one even called her Phayl anymore, which had always been among the most popular (if least original) attacks.
And now, the story of the crash, right? The story of how she was knocked down a few notches by some upstart, and learned the error of her ways and became a better person because of it? Yeah. Wrong. Kaphaylia Rossini didn’t fall, though many would have appreciated it- she just vanished from the scene.
From the day she grew old enough to speak, Lawynamere Rossini was a problem for her family. A loved problem, yes, and sometimes not much of one at all, but a burden nonetheless. They had the worst time convincing her that her nightmares weren’t real, and she caused all kinds of trouble by insisting that people did things they had no memory of. When she was young, her belief in fairie tales was no problem, because children often believe that kind of thing. However, she clung to those things more stubbornly than most, earning herself a world of teasing and several counseling sessions as she rose through grade school and continued to talk about things like the rabbit in the moon and the tooth fairie. (When questioned, she always said that the teakettle assured her that the stories were true. Eventually the endless rounds of psychologists ceased to be endless; the family and the school both just gave up.) She never stood up for herself, she just clung to her beliefs and let the people who mocked her do whatever they wanted. She never took the verbal abuse very seriously. Eccentric but with a few friends, her childhood was probably happier overall than Kaphaylia’s, despite the teasing.
Kaphaylia was jealous of her for that. She wanted that quiet confidence, and she wanted real friends. She could never bring herself to be malevolent toward the girl, though. Lawynamere was too genuinely sweet for that, too small and unprotected. Phayl took the girl under her wing, giving her the inevitable nickname of Wyn and doing her best to mold the girl into a better person than she could ever be.
Then Wyn turned ten, and the world flipped upside down. The girl’s delusions seemed to be getting worse and worse, no matter what the family did or said. Finally someone snapped and told her that if she kept talking about those things, some people would come to take her away from the rest of the family- and that’s when the trouble started. The child’s screaming began to wake them up at night as nightmare after nightmare invaded Wyn’s mind- nightmares that she would not explain, except that they had to do with being stolen. Kaphaylia did her best to calm her sister down, but the sequence of bad dreams finally came to a head one night when Phayl woke to find her younger sister packing a suitcase for what looked like a long, long trip.
She almost let Wyn go. She almost returned to her warm bed and went back to sleep, to let her parents deal with it in the morning; she almost let herself go on with her normal life, her petty battles at school and her equally petty. But she couldn’t do that; Wyn would be long gone by then, and Phayl couldn’t bear to let her sister be alone in a world she didn’t understand. Kaphaylia packed up some food, some clothing, and some money and jotted down a note for her parents, assuring them she’d be back with her little sister as soon as possible.
She never saw them again. For a year she chased her sister around Panem, trying to convince Lawynamere that she wasn’t trying to kill her, that she was really Kaphaylia and not a demon in disguise. By the time Wyn finally accepted her, the younger Rossini sister had gotten it into her head that if she went home, her parents would die on the spot. Phayl talked her out of that and took her back to the Capitol, but Wyn’s prophecy had come eerily close to true; the mafia that Anzia, Ivan, and Andrei had run from all those years ago had tracked them down and slaughtered them just days before. If the sisters (Wyn eleven, Phayl sixteen) had been there, they would have died as well.
Phayl took finding the bodies pretty well. She had never been very close to her parents anyway, so she basically shrugged it off and looted the house, taking all the money and valuables she could find, knowing the sisters would need money to get by the next few years. Wyn, however, took it rather less than well; she instantly became convinced that the unknown killers were after her, and fled for her life.
Cue another long, exasperating year of chasing,
Kaphaylia managed to get her sister to settle down a little, but despite three more years she has never managed to convince her sister that they’re safe. Wyn insists on frequent changes of location and changes her own appearance almost as often, leaving Kaphaylia to apply for yet another temporary job as she wonders why she got herself into this. She hasn’t gone anywhere, though- she loves her sister too much to abandon her to her own twisted little world.
One day at a time. That's what Phayl tells herself. One day at a time, and it'll all work out eventually. She'll make sure of it.
But don't be surprised when I laugh