memories we all share

The new motif was an anxious, quiet thing. She was afraid to love, afraid to feel that pain again. She had lost cannival. She had lost mumma. She had lost her fathers sanity. Loss, loss, loss. It seemed to surround her. Yet it was the girls nature to love, and the two halves of her were at war. She could not see her family and think she did not love them. But it hurt to see them too. She knew what it would feel like to lose them.

It made her quiet, a small presence within the pack. She was home in body, but not in spirit. Despite all her reservations, she did not turn her back on Theory when she called. She was not appraised to the going ons in the pack, but she would come. She loved Theory, who had lost Shaye with the rest of them. Who was her sister, full blooded in motifs heart if not in body.

The quiet girl would appear before the alpha du king her head shyly, and sitting quietly. She was not the only one called, through her heart twisted at the thought of all three she loved the most in one place.