Fates \forever/ Intertwined [Clover]

Dawn bites her lip as she closes the door silently behind her. Her bag is filled, however she feels no happiness from the wares she has gained. Her family will eat tonight, and maybe tomorrow if they are lucky, however it will not be enough. Setting the bag down on the table and pulling her mask from her face, Dawn changes into her ragged fishing-clothes.
As a rule, Dawn hates fishing. Even the slightest touch of water chills her to the bone. It is not irrational, her fear. Although she would almost rather die than immerse herself in the watery depths of the sea, she has reason. Dawn's mind jolts back to a day many moons ago - one of the very first days after they moved to the poorest part of town. Her father, she knew, had had far too many shots of the burning clear liquid he brewed himself, and he was angry. It was only after the girl had thrown herself in front of her tiny sister to block Thor's angered blow that he really grew upset. Dragging Dawn by the neck, the girl had felt uncontrollable fear and pain churning inside her. She had long lost control - only clinging onto sanity for the sake of Eve. Her father had held her under the salty sea water until it had taken her over in its entirety. She had woken almost a day later to her then five-year-old sister crying on her sodden chest. From that day on, Dawn had taken on the responsibility of keeping her sister safe and fed. No matter what the cost.
Tonight, the cost had been no sleep and a night of going against her morals. It had meant sneaking into the houses of those she had once went to school with, or passed in the town, or even known as neighbours, and taking what was not hers. The girl hates herself for it. She loathes who she is. But it had to be done. Eve was going to survive until her nineteenth birthday, no matter what the costs. So the determined twelve-year-old bit her lip and went on her way. They would need fish as well. And that meant the beach - the splashing of the waves - the rumbling of the tide - and all before the sun had so much as risen. Frowning at the tattered remains of what had once been her shoes, Dawn stumbled on the uneven shore. The rocky beach and the grey water was in sight now.
Biting her lip, Dawn pulls the nets from behind her and begins to swiftly set the nots in place. She plans to spend as little time as possible by the waters edge.
A girl sits there, looking out over the water. Dawn smiles at her and begins to cast her nets. She needs the fish, that is for sure.
Whatever it takes.

Dawn looks up to see a girl standing over her. She cannot be more than a inch or so taller than Dawn herself, yet somehow Dawn feels a little intimidated by her. Maybe it is the fact that she is at least a year older than Dawn herself, or maybe it's because she looks decidedly more well off than Dawn.
No. She looks as though she was more well off...Dawn thinks, pondering this for a second.
Then she smiles brightly, notes the girls wind-swept brown hair and grey eyes with approval.
She looks friendly, at least, if a little bedraggled.
Then, Dawn herself could not look more worse for wear, with her tatters of rags for clothes and bare feet. She thinks back to the last time she brushed her blonde corkscrews, yet she cannot remember in a tangle of nights spent stealing and days spent shying away from the water.
Dawn nods at the girl, wondering what she wants with the daughter of the violent man from the poorest part of the district. Maybe she doesn't know. Maybe she doesn't care.
Dawn stands up to find her slim body reaching roughly the same height as the girl before her.
She extends her hand. "Hello, Ivy. I'm Dawn. And somewhere around here is my sister, Eve..."