you don't know true regret, yet

So far Poem knew Sirius was a fighter, their main interactions had only been violence thus far. She didn’t trust him farther than she could throw him, and she was sure she couldn’t throw him at all. Her mind was usually in Abaven, thinking of her friends and family forced to relocate after the eruption. She hated that she couldn’t be there with them to help, but freeing Motif had to be worth it. Poem wasn’t strong enough on her own to overcome the giant titan who held her captive as his pupil. She still had no clue what he might gain from ‘training’ her besides a sick satisfaction at drawing her blood. Her mother and father wouldn't have dreamed of being so rough with her.

Growing up with Noir had prepared her for the treatment though, knowing he cared not for her physical safety didn’t bother her. Not knowing what he really wanted from her ate at her though. Whenever she felt herself diving too deep into her thoughts of home the mystery of his motives crashed any pleasant thoughts.

She hadn’t gotten any kind of updates from Motif or her father either. She hoped desperately that Edgar found her sister and the two of them would explain to Rhyme and Shaye what happened. That they wouldn’t come looking for her too. She sighed heavily as blue and lavender eyes looked out over the horizon. The air was cold, but as Spring drew more near she could tell the sun’s light was slowly beginning to win against the ash and cloud.