From Time to Time

She took in a long, deep, and shaky breath when Gerhardt had spoke up. For now all she could do was give a small nod of her head, lifting a paw from the ground and wiping at her eyes, not giving the tears a chance to run down her cheeks. She felt pathetic, tearing up in such a way in front of Gerhardt, she felt so silly. So she tried pulling herself together, closing her eyes tightly and taking in a deep breath. An ear twitched, moving towards the man when he asked if Reficul got the funeral she deserved. ?Yes.? She said shakily, quietly. Setting her paw back down she looked to Gerhardt with a sad smile. ?Maverick helped me... when I couldn't continue.? She was thankful of the new King, so happy that he had been there to help her. If it had only been her and Tahlia then she was sure she would have just lay there for hours in the rain.

Grey looked into Amethyst, a cold loneliness feeling the warmth start to form within her. The woman did not talk about these things much, only two or three souls knew about what had happened to her, but did not quite understand the pain she was going through. That should have been expected, but what she needed was not their condolences, she needed their light to help her. If someone could help her through the pain she was sure she could finally feel alive, free, feel what it was like to be happy. That would not happen though, the ones she did talk to just didn't click, they were only there to be there but offer nothing. She tried to make a friend or two but it just didn't work out, she was beginning to think something was wrong with her. It was making her mad!

She blinked a few times, realizing she was staring and must look weird so she quickly turned away, clearing her throat. ?I've been able to cope... I haven't let the same thing happen again.? Her voice was close to a whisper, but it was loud enough to hear without straining your ears. Would Gerhardt understand what she meant though, by 'I haven't let the same thing happen again'? Did Bronze tell him what he had found when she showed up that day? She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, lifting a leg to show the scars that lined the back of her forelimbs, the ones she made when Octavian had died, old. There were no new ones.

?Some herbs help with the pain, but I know better than to take too much and get addicted...? She set her leg back where it was, reopening her eyes and looking to the water. "My den is quiet now, I can't bare to spend a night in there alone anymore... Images plague my mind there..." She didn't tell anyone that, that she had not spent a single night in her stall in the barn, that if she did then she suffered horrible nightmares.


"normal.
talk.
think.
you"