Pond Party Week 2

Antigone always felt like she'd managed to end up with a brother despite only having Cassiopeia as a sister. Lynx Mendoza was only a few years older than her, closer to her age than to Cassiopeia. But somehow it always seemed that her sister was off running around looking after him with Andromeda than she was spending time with Antigone. It wasn't fair.

And Antigone tried her best to keep up with them, always tagging along, always trying her best to keep up and dropping behind anyway. She didn't understand. *She* was Cassiopeia's sister. Her family. They were supposed to be closer than anything in the world, they were supposed to have that unbreakable bond. Not the girl next door and the little boy they babysat.

For a long time Antigone thought she had to prove herself. And then the day came where she made it off planet with their parents and Cassiopeia did not. And Andromeda and Lynx didn't either.

And Antigone had wished for a long time Andromeda and Lynx would just go away. But it was so she could spend MORE time with her sister. Not no time at all. And despite them no longer being around, Antigone still resented them. Because, she can't help but think, it was both their faults somehow that Cassiopeia had not made it aboard the ship.

And for years she's torn between grief and fading hope and bitterness.

Then Cassiopeia reappears, Andromeda and Lynx still in tow and an entire universe to show Antigone and-

And she still doesn't have time for her sister.

In fact she has less time and more friends who eat up her time than ever. Aliens and robots and just. Other people who somehow seem to know her sister better than Antigone ever could, despite having spent less time with her.

"I want to be so mad at her," she confessed to Ione one day, "I am really mad at her. How come you aren't mad at Serpens? You worried about him for so long and he barely has any time for you."

Ione just shrugged, "He's always been a bit like that I suppose. Everyone wants his time, all the time. I'm just glad that he still makes certain to say good morning and good night and stops to help me when I need help. Isn't that enough?"

"No? How could that possibly ever be enough?"