<div style="text-align: justify;">Catherine's skill was a burden for her. At least that was what she considered it to be. A curse, much more than a gift. While Vera had been born with the ability to control fire, Catherine had been born with the skill of sharing the good feelings and absorbing the bad ones from the people around her. It depended on touch, of course, but it was still hard. A mere accidental touch, and all those feeling rolled into her like waves. And some times, she was required to perform voluntarily. And as most of these requirements were made by her mother, Catherine didn't find it in her to say no.<br/><br/>But it was a hard 'blessing'. It made her tired most of the time, and a little bit of a recluse. And, for her misery, she couldn't perform with her sister. And at the same time, she could be hit by all of Vera's stronger feelings if they made eye contact.<br/><br/>That was the reason why Catherine seemed to dislike her sister. Other than her mother, everyone else believed her ability to be strictly voluntary. Their mother knew it wasn't, and as she didn't know how to help her eldest daughter, the woman tended to leave her alone when requested, and in turn, she ended up placing more of her attention on Vera.<br/><br/>In that morning, as Vera came downstairs, all of the other girls in the coven were already at the table. Catherine had her hair down and was drowning her demons in a cup of coffee. Hearing her sister's voice, the girl didn't look up. "Good morning, Vera", she greeted tiredly.<br/><br/>The girls' mother, Roseanne, kissed her daughter's cheek and tugged gently on one of her curls. "I believe the mane won this round?", she joked kindly.</div>