[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

skill: [none]

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Immediate relief was writ across Euphemia’s features as Dalmatia assured her that the news she held was not of the negative sort. She audibly exhaled for dramatic effect and smiled at her sister, listening to her speak of a sibling pair who had been with Dawnbreak for some time now. Oh, yeah! Solulfur, I know her… Euphemia commented but allowed Dalmatia to keep weaving her tale, and Euphemia only mused briefly of a reverie with Solulfur and the saccharine tones of honey.

Eventually, the truth of what her sister was telling her registered. Wow, Euphemia commented sincerely, her mouth held open and lips parted. Her first emotion was, unfortunately, concern. A young man had stolen the tender hear of her spotted sister – there was so much doubt that this brute was actually deserving of Dalmatia, who was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful and special souls in the world. He would probably just end up hurting her, or disappearing without a word.

What did Dalmatia have that Euphemia didn't?

Euphemia managed to stow her savage disbelief beneath the very emotion that lay beneath that: innocent curiosity. Really? she gaped quietly at the spotted girl's admission that she liked Nottin too. How do you… know? That you like him? Euphemia found that her heart tended to flutter no matter who was near it – how could Dalmatia identify Nottin as someone special, that she was to value above others?

Similar to her question earlier: what made Nottin so special?

Euphemia had nothing more insightful to say; she would probe her sister for more details, drinking up every last drop in a terrible bout of simultaneous envy and worship, quietly living vicariously through her siblings.

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