[ Her voice is stuck in her throat and she doesn't know what to do. She feels trapped - torn because she doesn't want to leave, desperate for any scrap of affection he or his wolf might give her, but desperate to escape the uncertainty of the pain coming from this reunion. She doesn't want this - she never wanted this. There's a reason why she had hidden for so long, why she had buried herself with animals and not people.
The death of her mother had broken her heart, and now she feels broken a second time. How could this be worth it?
Blinking, rapidly, she tries to keep herself tall, to act as if it doesn't bother her. Aramas had taught her to do that; Aramas had shown her how not to care (and how well that had worked out for her, blood on her hands and poison burning her skin).
She will pretend. She has to. ]
It has been fine. I live here, in the forest. I leave when I need to, but I stay here, for most of the hours of the day.
LAURALAE MADE HER CHOICE
[ Her voice is stuck in her throat and she doesn't know what to do. She feels trapped - torn because she doesn't want to leave, desperate for any scrap of affection he or his wolf might give her, but desperate to escape the uncertainty of the pain coming from this reunion. She doesn't want this - she never wanted this. There's a reason why she had hidden for so long, why she had buried herself with animals and not people.
The death of her mother had broken her heart, and now she feels broken a second time. How could this be worth it?
Blinking, rapidly, she tries to keep herself tall, to act as if it doesn't bother her. Aramas had taught her to do that; Aramas had shown her how not to care (and how well that had worked out for her, blood on her hands and poison burning her skin).
She will pretend. She has to. ]
It has been fine. I live here, in the forest. I leave when I need to, but I stay here, for most of the hours of the day.