Dance of a Rose

*Lark* · (This post was last modified: 10-06-2015, 10:24 AM by Lark.)

For the most part, he felt like he understood what this siege really meant. It wasn't at all like a training fight. There would be no rules, and no limits. He could be fighting anyone.. even someone who had years of actual fighting experience. The reality of the situation hit him quite soon after his dad had finished speaking, and while he would admit it was quite daunting to know his friends and family could get severely hurt, or even die, this was necessary. They couldn't sit around while Sin and his pack decided to target Abaven next.

He didn't really care that much about Imperim. His aunt that had betrayed them lived there, and someone had attacked Lillie that lived there, so his gut feeling about them wasn't great.. but if his dad trusted them to help, they had to be alright. Her comment about eating faces elicited a soft chuckle from him, and given that it was rare to hear him laugh so openly, there was no doubt it was genuine. "True," he commented in return. It wasn't a surprise that Starling had helped tend to her wounds.

His own worries came from the same place as hers. What would he do if his dad was hurt? Or any of his siblings? He didn't care so much about getting hurt himself. He could deal with the pain, and he knew Starling was an incredible healer now that he'd taken time away to study more. As far as Lark was concerned, he could care for all of Abaven and he would trust him to fully.

But.. the topic switched to Finch. Her words were true, but he felt his chest clench slightly. It was his job to worry about her, not Lillie's. "Oh, is she?" he'd retort a bit too sharply, his brows pulling together as visible frustration washed over his youthful features. No shit, he thought silently to himself. "I know more about Finch than you do. You don't have to explain to me how she feels. I am her brother, in case you forgot." Her trying to explain to him that Finch hated fighting seemed silly to him.. it'd be like trying to explain that Starling liked healing. It was obvious, and the fact that she felt the need to even bring it up made him inexplicably annoyed, even if his feelings were entirely unwarranted. "You don't have to worry about her, though. We will take care of her." He wasn't used to feeling possessive and yet suddenly he felt uncomfortable at the thought of someone else caring for Finch instead of him. As though expecting it to wash over him, he stood silently, jaw clenched as he stared at Lillie still.

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