Of Pavlova, Croquembouche, and bonds
Gwen stood at the kitchen counter quietly, sighing as she made herself and her sister breakfast. It was her birthday but her parents were both away at something. Gracie, being the ever observant one, sat at the table holding a lamb stuffie watching her sister.
"Happy birthday! You're getting old" She chimed,causing the blue hair to laugh.
"Yeah but I still make awesome eggs you know. Now sit down and eat." It was pretty quiet at the table, forks hitting plates.
"How soon until you have to go to campus Gwen?" she sighed lightly.
"Two weeks from now Grace. Hey, don't look so sad! It's not like I'm dying or disappearing or something," Gwen softly spoke, a slight frown etched on her face.
"But I won't get to see you as much! You're my sister! Mine and no one else's!" Gwen stat there in shock at the tone her sister used. It was angry, sad. It was so full of hurt.
"Gracie, Wallaby, it's alright. You'll see me on holidays, it's summer up where I'm going in Europe and I heard cousin Zale is co