Willows

*Malalia* · (This post was last modified: 05-15-2020, 06:27 PM by Malalia.)

Malalia winced at the comment about his exposed jaw. "Oof, that had to hurt," she chuckled wryly. You didn't have to be a healer to tell that having bone exposed for the rest of your life must have been excruciating... not to mention the ghastly appearance, as Cairo had pointed out. Despite his views, Mala couldn't help but feel bad for the guy, just a little. He had clearly cared for his family. It was grating, though, just how often people with the best intentions came to the wrong conclusions.

His comment stirred something in her. A forgotten memory. "...My dam didn't marry for love," she muttered, after a time. "So I guess it's not that far off. Maybe where I was, anyway." Her father had died before she was born, though she knew in theory, in tales retold, that the marriage had been closer to an alliance. Between that, and her dam encouraging freedom in her own children...

"I guess I never thought about how unhappy she must have been. She always encouraged us to make our own way, but I never made the connection that she probably couldn't." She'd been a pup, and other things were on her mind. But, even after she left, Malalia had done her best to try and look forward, and not examine the past too deeply. It didn't stop memories from surfacing, here and there.

The yearling snorted softly, agreeing, "I'd hate to have my freedom taken away like that." Her eyes drifted over to the fire.

"Speech"

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