"How I hated it! –To be jealous of my own sisters, towards whom I sustained every notion of sororal compassion and affection, and to Hanna especially, for there had often been a rift between I and Nora. She was more an epitaph of daughterly perfection than a sister—too dreary and practical to encourage a want for bonding on my part. While I do believe I loved her, it was a disjointed sort of attachment borne of our shared blood. In fact, there was nothing about us to even suggest our relation besides our common name, since she had not the whiskey-coloured eyes, the dark hair or the thick brows of which belonged to myself."
Finally finished! This is a sort of sister piece (no pun intended) to my eberstark portrait last night.