Sing of Secret Sorrow

Io hoped for Deathbelle's sake that the rest of her children would stay close. She knew that Pestilence would travel. The girl had thirsty feet, as her mother called them. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Pesto would see the world. She'd learn. She'd come back with a broader outlook on life. Io had faith that things would work out for the girl.

The topic turned to Hannibal and Deathbelle's demeanor changed. She got a little girly and it brought an instant smirk to Iolaire's maw. The warmth of the mead was filling her body and her inhibitions were drifting away. Behind her, that silver tail swished in amusement. For Belle's sake, she hoped that Hannibal gave her children soon. She was supposed to be a mother. All of the children that she'd met so far had been decent creatures.

Belle asked how Io had been and the smaller woman sighed. Now came the real reason that she was here. Absently, Iolaire dug her toes into the sand, the white digits disappearing between the golden grains. "I've been okay." Her gaze lowered to look at those submerged toes so that she wouldn't have to look at her former lover. "I was dealing with some things, but I'm better." She wouldn't even bring up her former depression. Wasn't worth it.

"I met someone. We've been living together." She cast a sidelong glance at the speckled fae. "The man that I saved from the bear? Roan? He's..." She gave a little wiggle, searching for the words. "He's everything that I need. We haven't known one another long, but I honestly love him." Lifting her gourd, she took a long, long draw. "But by loving him, it's brought up some very...painful realizations." It was a heavy topic for the little lady and she wasn't entirely sure that she wanted to get into it, but if Belle asked... she'd break like a dam.