Sick of Riddles [Sparrow]

*Peregrine* · 11-13-2017, 06:05 PM

Sparrow was cold, sure, but Peregrine supposed she had every right to be. Her response may have been delivered with just an eye roll, but the obvious hurt there lashed out at Pere like a whip. She winced as she realized that yeah, it had been about a year. Her ears flicked backwards and her eyes dropped. "Yeah, something like that," she said in a weak voice, uniquely uncharacteristic for her and nigh-unrecognizable. Tsiry gave her an odd look, somewhere between confusion and sympathy. Pere, on the other hand, brought her eyes back up to give Sparrow a long, searching look.

Things really had changed in a year. She felt a hardness in the other woman that she had hoped (naively) would be absent. What had happened in the past year to put it there, she wondered, or was it reserved specifically for her? "It seems like leadership suits you," she said in a quiet voice, unable to completely hide the sadness which lurked there. "I hope it's treating you well." I hope it's made you happy, she thought, but left unsaid. As to why she had come back... Well, why did she come back?

Peregrine looked to the side, anywhere but into the tired eyes of the fae before her. She had come here for her, of course, but perhaps for herself as well. It wasn't that she was seeking forgiveness, because she didn't really expect to find it there, but perhaps... A chance. She sighed, and turned back to fix Sparrow with a molten gaze. "I guess I came back to see you, but also... To say sorry. I never wanted to be another wolf just flitting in and out of your life, but I guess you could say I have commitment issues." It was meant to be phrased as a joke, but the words came out sour and twisted her expression into something mournful. Memories of Aerie, never far from the front of her mind, floated back to the surface.

Peregrine never claimed to be a saint, but that didn't mean she found any pleasure in fostering hope and opportunity just to cast it aside. She had had such great dreams as a pup, as a yearling, dreams that she could do great things and find great adventures. Instead she had bumbled her way through misadventure after misadventure. Sure, there had been great times and fond memories, but those weren't the ones which kept her from finding restful sleep at night. "I suppose I came just to see you. To check in. I can't claim any ability to clean up the pieces of the various messes I've made, but that doesn't mean I don't regret making them." She shrugged, hopeless.

It was remarkably difficult for Peregrine to confess her feelings with this degree of raw truth, hard for her to even speak without a sly quirk in her lips, let alone... well, whatever this was. It made her distinctly uncomfortable, even, and she shifted in place as a flight response welled up within her. No, she told herself commandingly, forcing her traitorous paws to stay put. Sparrow deserved far better, and it was long past time Peregrine started acting accountable. If she screwed up, the consequences were hers and hers alone.

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