Rach had managed to calm herself somewhat, and for once took the verbal browbeating from her mother without much response, but Ghet's words made her turn slowly to the petite woman.
"Oh, I'd been thrown out so I didn't try it." She replied far too casually. "Like I said, no-one trusts the crazy woman. They expect me to screw up. As soon as we lost my sister it was made clear it would be easier for me to go. And being under the impression that if I came back as anything other than calm and collected, I'd be ripped apart by the nearest Black..."
Realisation dawned as the usual restraint that was clamped on her abilities in places like this became apparent in its absence. "Ah hell. No wards." Even in her unbalanced state, Rach did not like causing undue harm, and she managed to gather her sheilds to herself and block the projection. "Sorry."
Turning back to her mother, the half-dragon spoke again. "So, are you going to tell me what exactly is going on? Because I'd really, really like to stop riding this crazy train. At least the low parts, the highs can be killer."
Neither of them had known it at the time, but when Anaya had buried and locked away Rachel's more dangerous memories, she had locked herself into her twin's equilibrium. Rachel had slipped back into her mania when their bond as twins had been broken by her disappearance, and it had dawned on the redhead just how dependant on her sister she was.
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