Forgive Me If I'm Wrong

It was Lionel who had kept her here in all honesty. Heather was all the more ready to leave Fiori at the time, however seeing her father and determined to make her worth probably had changed that. She wanted to do Fiori good, that being said she wanted to be the one at the forefront and she was in competition with her brother Lionel. It made her happy, put adrenaline in her veins to know that she was going to be working towards something. She was going to learn how to fight, and she would make sure she could grab hold of the dreams she held dear. Though the grayish female stopped when her blue eyes fell upon one of her brothers.... one she had been trying to avoid for some time. If that wasn't obvious enough when she avoided eye contact, most of the time shying away from him and not saying a word.

To be honest she blamed herself. What reason did she have to treat him like that? Then again, she didn't know how she felt. Her eyebrows furrowed, it was returning again. That anxiety and feeling she didn't understand so well. Heather for a moment, debated swinging her paws around and leaving once more. However as she went to do so, she stopped herself and took in a deep breath. Maybe she could demand him to explain what was happening to her? Maybe he knew why and it was his fault. She could never tell her daddy what was happening with her. She was always happy, there was nothing ever wrong with her. Heather didn't understand.

She turned around and smiled walking over to Alfred, she sat by his side. "Napping in the middle of the day?" she asked. Unable to actually confront him outright about the things he had said. What he had triggered. Why? Why had momma left them, why had she not said a word. Was there something wrong with them. Heather didn't want to lose Lionel, so if it meant interacting with Alfred that was probably something she would do.