Flurry Heart trotted down the stairs, humming a tune to herself when she heard a thud followed by a cry of pain. She rushed over, her wings spreading to carry her faster. She rounded a corner to find Skyla pressed up against a wall, glaring at an open window.
 
“Ah, Skyla?” She cried, gaining her adoptive sister’s attention. As usual, the mare growled at her as she drew near. With an obvious struggle, Skyla lifted herself onto her hooves, being careful not to put any weight on her right hoof. Looking at the hastily wrapped foreleg, Flurry gave her sister a concerned look. “Skyla…”
 
“Don’t start.” She snapped, limping past her. “I don’t need your damn pity. So go bother somepony else.” She grumbled, just before falling against the wall again, panting. Flurry rushed over, being careful not to get too close. Last time she’d tried, Skyla had hit her. Even now, she knew that her parents didn’t believe she’s just bumped into a wall.
 
“Where is everyone?” She asked, looking around. Surely, Skyla had been seen by somepony else. Why would they leave her to limp this far from her room?
 
“Probably watching me struggle.” She replied, with a smirk. “I expect nothing else from those useless lot.” She stated, pressing an uninjured leg over her injured one. For a moment, Flurry felt anger toward the castles servants. How could they abandon Skyla to her pain like this? She might not be the nicest pony but no one deserved to be alone. Even if they demanded it.
 
“I see. Then why didn’t you call me?” She asked, getting closer despite the risk of being hit. Skyla needed help and there was no one willing to help her right then. As expected, the older filly’s body shuddered in what was probably disgust but pain forced her to allow it. She could see the hate in Skyla’s eyes as she leaned on Flurry Heart. For a moment, Flurry thought of their first meeting. Of the only smile she’d ever received from the ever distant sister she had. “I would have helped you.”
 
“I don’t want your help.” She hissed, her wing twitching harshly. The bandages were even worse on her wing. Flurry could see the blood seeping through. Her feathers were uneven and bent in some places. Skyla had done it again…
 
“What happened to you, Skyla?” Flurry begged, tears beginning to form. “This is the third time I’ve found you like this. It’s getting worse and-”
 
“Shut up!” She snapped, turning to glare at the younger filly. Flurry instinctively cowered beneath her wings, expecting a strike from her. After a long minute of silence, Flurry peeked from under her wings. The expression she saw was one that she hadn’t seen directed at her in months. Concern. Like Skyla was concerned about something but what? The moment passed as she steeled her expression. “If you want to help so damn much, then shut up and follow me.”
 
Flurry watched her sister limp a few steps before running up beside her with a smile. Skyla was going to let her help her? Willingly too? Knowing what those words meant, Flurry grabbed an parasol that rested near by one of the doors with her magic and trotted beside her. While she still had questions, she was so happy to have her sister willingly accept her help, even if it was just holding a parasol.During those days, Flurry holds up a parasol with her magic so that Skyla doesn’t get hit by direct sunlight. Skyla hates having to rely on Flurry and Flurry loves being able to spend time with her sister like normal siblings. Skyla is never mean to her during these outdoor sessions.Flurry Heart loves Skyla, though the feeling is one sided. No one understands why but Flurry Heart claims that Skyla really is the sweetest mare in the empire. It’s just that she doesn’t like or trust anyone expect for their parents.
 

 
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