![]() Weezie finally kicked her off the bed, shoving the quilt off and on top of her. "Morning," she replied, then threw herself onto the bed and onto her sister, where the two rolled around giggling, trying to get untangled from the blanket. "Oh, good morning, Layra!" Weezie grinned. She stood a moment smirking down at her sister, who rolled onto her back and stretched her fists over her head with a wide yawn. "Sleep well, sister, hopefully there will be something left for you to eat when you finally decide to wake up," So that it doesn't go to waste." She patted her with a decisive air, then stood up from the bed. "I suppose I should leave her to sleep and just eat all her breakfast for her. "I suppose," she paused, then resumed smoothing the quilt as she resumed her speech. "She must be so, so tired to be still asleep," she said, leaning over and smoothing the rumpled quilt over her sister's shoulders. "Poor, poor Weezie." Layra repeated, sitting down on the side of the bed. The game was always over once Layra saw her eyes open. "Poor Weezie." Layra said, she was much closer now, possibly right next to the bed, but Weezie didn't dare to peek. Weezie sneaked another peek through one half closed eye, then squirmed again in anticipation for whatever her sister planned to do this time to get her out of bed. "Hm, hm," Layra hummed, tapping the comb on the side of her face. She squirmed back into her pillow with a happy sigh and a wide smile across her face. ![]() Layra was smirking at her around the comb she was using to brush her curly black fur in a way that made it obvious she knew her sister was only pretending to be asleep, but Weezie wasn't quite ready to give up the game. Weezie finally couldn't hold still any longer, and stretched her legs out underneath the covers, peeking out of one eye while she did so to see if her sister had noticed. She heard humming and splashing water and knew she was washing her face at the basin on their dresser. She kept her eyes closed and head against the pillow as she listened to her sister go about her morning routine. The bed was so cozy and warm under the quilt, Weezie wasn't quite ready yet to get up and get dressed for the day, so she pretended to still be asleep. But that's just how Layra was, always neat and tidy. Layra was up first- like she always was- the quilt on her side of the bed smoothed out neatly, even though she knew it would be messed up as soon as her twin got up. Her mind ran back over the events of the day, all the way back to the beginning and with relief she recited back to herself that sweet last morning spent at home on the farm. For mother, for Layra, for her dear, dead father… She tried to think of something else, something to take her mind off the worries over her fate. ![]() She caught the sob as it came up her throat and heavily swallowed it back down. She hoped it would all be over soon, but she had heard of the horrible things the evil captain Daggler did to his prisoners. She squeezed her eyes shut, blocking out the flickering firelight against the crumbling dirt walls, and hugged her legs closer to her chest. Weezie sniffed again, determined not to cry despite the heavy weight of fear pressing in on all sides. Boring perhaps, but normal, comfortable, safe. It had started out as a day just like any other. No matter how far the darkness beats her down, she will be hopeful still. Every night, no matter how dark, has a dawn. Through it all she clings to the hope of a Mending to the hurts, a seed to rise from the ashes and bring light and life back to the world. Every step of her journey she meets new trials to test her bravery and strength as everything she holds to is taken away by Morbin and his minions bit by bit until she is left with nothing but an unquenchable hope that she strives to share with everyone she meets. With the help of a wounded soldier, Weezie succeeds in breaking out of prison, fleeing to the slave camps far up north to escape the evil Daggler's reach. Airen, Layra, and Weezie are careful to do just that, but their haven of happiness is destroyed when without prompting or reason, Captain Daggler invades the family farm and takes Weezie captive with the intent of brutal murder, leaving her mother and sister alive. The rabbits are told as long as the follow the rules of the Governor, they will be let alone to live their lives. Weezie lives a comfortable life with her mother and twin sister- well, as comfortable a life as one can live in a city enslaved by the tyrannical Morbin Blackhawk.
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