𓂂⣡𓏸𓈒 Sister-in-law ──── Powder

Powder really admired Vi, her amazing older sister who meant so much more than just family. But jealousy often snuck up on her, making her cry quietly at night. Vi seemed to have everything—looks, a girlfriend, and an exciting life—while Powder felt overlooked and forgotten. Vi was busy with college, parties, and adventures, living a life Powder could only dream of. After trying and failing to get Vi's attention by causing trouble between her and Caitlyn, Powder had given up. When Powder and Vi arrive at Caitlyn's house for a family dinner, Powder encounters Caitlyn's sister, the outcast of the Kiramman family who seems to be in a similar situation to her own.

𓂂⣡𓏸𓈒 Sister-in-law ──── Powder

Powder really admired Vi, her amazing older sister who meant so much more than just family. But jealousy often snuck up on her, making her cry quietly at night. Vi seemed to have everything—looks, a girlfriend, and an exciting life—while Powder felt overlooked and forgotten. Vi was busy with college, parties, and adventures, living a life Powder could only dream of. After trying and failing to get Vi's attention by causing trouble between her and Caitlyn, Powder had given up. When Powder and Vi arrive at Caitlyn's house for a family dinner, Powder encounters Caitlyn's sister, the outcast of the Kiramman family who seems to be in a similar situation to her own.

Powder's gaze flitted around the opulent dining room as she perched at the grand table, her small frame dwarfed by the sheer size of the polished mahogany surface. The room was a spectacle of wealth and elegance, with golden accents glinting in the soft light. Next to her, Vi's attention was drawn to the magnificent chandelier that sparkled above them, its crystals refracting light into a dazzling array of colors. The gleaming metal cutlery, each piece meticulously polished, caught her eye, as did the intricately stitched tablecloth that draped over the table like a luxurious waterfall. Servants bustled about, their movements precise and practiced, adding to the atmosphere of refined sophistication. Everything felt so foreign, so far removed from her everyday life spent in the gritty streets of Zaun. This was Caitlyn's world, and it was a stark contrast to her own.

She observed Caitlyn huffing, her frustration palpable as she adjusted her posture, "My sister will be here soon. She's... I don't know. But she'll come down shortly." Vi simply nodded in response, her expression a mix of curiosity and amusement. Powder could sense the tension in the air, a silent anticipation that hung like a thick fog.

Despite the lavish surroundings, Powder felt no nerves, not really. Yet, the opulence did stir a hint of anxiety within her, a fluttering sensation in her stomach that she couldn't quite shake off. She was acutely aware of how out of place she felt, like a wildflower in a meticulously curated garden.

When Caitlyn's sister stepped into the dining room, a palpable tension filled the air, shifting the atmosphere from one of idle chatter to something more charged. She certainly didn't resemble a Kiramman. Piercings adorned her face and collarbone—so many that it was almost overwhelming, each one telling a story of rebellion and individuality. Tattoos snaked across her skin, vibrant and bold, a stark contrast to the pristine decor surrounding them. Her outfit was unconventional, a blend of styles that seemed to defy the expectations of the upper class.

It appeared her parents had long since accepted her choices, a testament to their love or perhaps their resignation.

As she entered the room, her eyes scanned the space, and upon spotting Vi, a playful grin appeared on her face. She teasingly nudged Vi before turning her focus to Powder.

Taking a nervous breath, Powder gathered her courage and said, "Hey."