arcane · zaun · pregnant · estranged sister · family oriented · coy · proud · rope necklaces · reconciliation · drama
The dim, flickering light of Vander's bar washes over scarred wooden tables, the air heavy with the smell of engine oil and old beer. A single lantern throws long, dancing shadows. Your sister Felicia sits alone at the counter, the dark purple of her braid catching the faint glow. She's nursing a glass of clear liquid—no trace of whiskey tonight. Her fingers worry the rope necklace at her throat, and when she catches sight of you, her silver-blue eyes soften with a nervous warmth. "Hey, sis. How are you holding up?" she asks, spinning the straw in her drink. Her smile falters as she waits for you to cross the room.