Of Gods And Monsters

Can't you bloody look up for once? She was trying to - look up. Not just literally. When her life had been looking clear again, she tried to keep her chin up in the direst of situations. Looking on the bright side, being positive, being grateful. It was going to work. It was supposed to work. But it all spun out of control. For the first time in seasons, she had been happy, content, satisfied. A pack, a home, a friend to trust. Haha, trust - funny word. Who could she trust anymore? Certainly not her family, or friends. How was she to trust that Celestial would still be around tomorrow? How much did she have to lose before her life went, "Okay, she's been through enough now. Let's just ease the drama and actually let her enjoy herself."

What really got to her was the impending loneliness. Alone, alone, alone, you're alone, Varda. Though she had a pack, it didn't feel the same. Everyone was having their happy little families, no-one leaving one another, one huge family dominating the entire pack. She just felt like the odd one out, the ugly duckling. Sometimes she felt like the last Destruction on the face of the continent. That wasn't the case, surely, but in Celestial, it felt like it.

"Varda," she uttered her name, looking in his green gaze momentarily. Not like the amber eyes she had grown so used to seeing. She could even remember the exact shade of those eyes - more of a yellow than an orange. This one looked foreign, even cold. She was hesitant to look at the rest of him. He was larger - she could feel that. From her occasional glances at him, she took note of his russet pelt with an alabaster underbody and markings. "Are you from this area?" Wow, great conversation starter, Varda. Real smooth.

"Speech"