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

skill: [none]

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It was then that Dalmatia described something so fantastical that it took Euphemia for a brief ride through a roller coaster of love-emotion. Her sister’s sweet voice described something so lovely, that for a brief moment, the maiden assumed Dalmatia was lying through her teeth. However, it was the passion that colored that spotted girl’s voice that slowly edge Euphemia closer to believing.

But, was something so beautiful and pure even possible? Euphemia had long convinced herself that is was not, since she did not even experience this happy, complete sort of love (as described by Dalmatia) between her own parents. If their creation was not made of love, then it was truly amazing that love had found them at all. Perhaps, Dalmatia had broken the curse.

As much as Euphemia wanted to be jealous, she could not be. When one of her sisters won, it was as if she too, also won. Something about Dalmatia being loveable made Euphemia feel loveable, too. Dal, the silver maiden gushed, It doesn’t sound like you like him – she said, laughingly.

It sounds like you love him!

Her tail lashed, and she could not help how her front paws danced with excitement. How poetical is it that he loves you too – and how could he not, sis? she settled slightly, chest heaving slightly with the depth of her breath, and the sudden sincerity she felt pulse through her veins. You’re the best soul I know. I mean that, truly, from the depths of my heart.

If love was contagious, then Euphemia wished to be a contagion.

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