Sing of Secret Sorrow

Deathbelle would have laid there and held her dear friend for eternity if she would have been allowed. The tug at her heartstrings and the tears in her own eyes told her she still loved the dainty healer. Iolaire sank into her embrace and cried softly while Deathbelled gently rubbed her once lover shoulder’s in quiet support.

Io did eventually pull back, her golden jade eyes finding Deathbelle’s amethyst gems. Io also had a confession, mismatched ears perked as she listened to Iolaire’s idea as her own paw gently took the tears from her other cheek. She tried to smile softly, and tried to grasp hold of the hope that Io offered. She didn’t want to build her up too high in case she was forced to fall back down, but maybe there really was a way.

”You don’t have anything to lose.” She prompted, certain that her place in the Armada was secure. No matter how long she took searched she would always have a place beside Deathbelle. ”Maybe the possibility is out there, not that I think your journey will be easy whichever path you choose.” She wanted to support her friend, but she didn’t wish to give her false hope either. ”I think it would be worth it though.”