"Whisper! I'm back!"
Whisper blinks open her eyes, rubbing the sleep from them. When did I fall asleep...? "Alright! I'll be there in a moment!"
Getting up from off the bed, Whisper stretches, walking downstairs. "Welcome back, Spell. Get anything useful?"
Spellspark nods, using her magic to place down her bags. "I found a few things. How's your wing?"
Whisper spreads out her wings, stretching them wide. "It's fine, I'm pretty sure I can fly on my own again."
Spellspark stares at Whisper. Whisper blinks, folding her wings again. "What?"
Spellspark cocks a brow. "Are you sure of that? You could re-injure your wing again."
Whisper just gives her sister an "Are-you-kidding-me?" look. "I can fly just fine, Spell." She deadpans.
Spellspark sighs. "Have you been flying outside the cloud house?"
Whisper stiffens slightly. "W-what? No! No, no, I was... I was flying around inside! You told me to stay inside, remember?"
Spellspark gives a slight look that says "I don't believe you" but doesn't push the subject. She turns back to the bag, using her magic to unpack the supplies inside. "I've spotted a Hunter hanging around near the house." She glances to Whisper as she sits down on an old chair, noticing her stiffen as Whisper's breath hitches in her throat. "You don't happen to know anything about that, do you?"
Whisper laughs awkwardly. "What, me? No! No no! I don't know anything about it!"
A pregnant pause fills the room. Whisper closes her eyes, silently praying Spellspark would not question Zero's appearance further.
"I suppose..." Whisper's eyes snap open at her sister's voice. "...You could go out again."
Whisper swoops up into the air. "YEAH!"
"But!" Whisper lands lightly on her feet, looking to Spellspark expectedly. "You can't fly too much in case you injure your wing again. You can only fly in and out of the cloud house, understand?"
Whisper nods, grinning at the thought of leaving the house once more. "Sure, I can do that! At least until we're sure my wing is strong enough to carry me like it normally would again!" She walks over to Spellspark, picking up a bag in her mouth and walking into the kitchen. Spellspark follows, watching her sister curiously as she puts supplies away.
"Whisper..." Spellspark starts. "What is that around your neck?"
Whisper blinks, turning to face Spellspark. "What, this?" She asks, pointing to the the black cross around her neck. "It's just... something I picked up."
"Where..."
"Mmm?"
"Where did you find it?"
Whisper blinks slightly at her sister's tone. It's controlled, almost as if she's trying not to yell. "I don't know. I, uh... picked it up while I was out in the city waiting for my wing to heal."
"...Whisper, I will only say this once. Give me the choker."
Whisper cocks a brow. "Why do I need to do that?"
"Whisper, just do as I say."
"Why? There's nothing wrong with it, I don't get-"
"For Celestia's sake, GIVE ME THE CHOKER!" Whisper flinches at her sister's tone as Spellspark glares at the cross around Whisper's neck.
Whisper straightens up. "Why the hell do you need it?!"
"WHISPER JUST GIVE ME THE BLOODY CHOKER!"
"WHY THE HELL IS THIS SO FUCKING IMPORTANT?! IT'S JUST A DAMN CHOKER, JUST LET IT BE!" Whisper spreads out her wings quickly flying back up to her room and slamming the door shut. What the hell's her problem? It's just a damn choker! Whisper groans as a headache forms, closing her eyes as a ringing sound echoing in her ears.
"Whisper, what is this?"
"It's a promise, Silver!"
"A promise? A promise of what?"
"Reunion!"
"...I don't understand."
"I mean, it's a promise that no matter how far apart we are, we'll always find our way back to each other. Our promise of reunion."
Whisper shakes her head as the ringing ceases, covering herself with her wings. What was that? A memory? Who's Silver? She lifts up her hoof, gently resting it on the cross. Does this have something to do with it?
...
What's my sister hiding from me?