Least loved, always, by the mother who craved a daughter... least loved, now, by the girl who prefers your friend... second best, always, eternally overshadowed.
“Their runes, we’re not meant to understand them with one look.” Vie took the book and flipped the pages to the last ones where a key to translation is. “Don’t worry, I too forgot that page exists.”
"Makes sense.“ –Except it didn’t.
When the book was removed from his hands, he leaned over to get a better look at the page she was indicating. "Even though we’ve got that, I doubt I’ll understand it.”