here we go again

She wasn’t so sure what caused the bitterness, the oversightedness. She truly did not see what Lark saw; she did not see what Motif was focused on. She could not comprehend. That lack of comprehension was what fueled her anger - and embarrassment as well. It was not her fault; not entirely, but no one saw that. They only saw it was her fault. No, it was not that the Imperium girl was... was… frustration ripped through her; she couldn’t even think of words! Her mind would refocus from it’s roiling storm on Lark’s words, and a shoulder would shrug. Her mood was soured, but she was not bitter at the boy next to her… but she couldn’t calm herself either. Dwell on it she would, until she couldn’t no more; it was so recent, so disappointing.

However… somehow, Lark managed to say the right thing. His words would be met with a snort, a faint whisper of a smile tracing her wounded jaw before it also faded. Her mood was still sour, but slightly less so due to the comment. “I suppose it will,” she murmured quietly. Ears would prick from the flattened position at his question, and her head would tip. “No, he has said nothing. But he was there at the meeting Allen called - he would have seen me.” And oh, oh she wished he would indeed say nothing at all to her; she did not wish to be confronted by the alpha.