The meaning of beauty

Sparrow · 05-08-2022, 05:20 PM

Sparrow had thought of visiting Theory. She didn't feel like herself and she hated every second of it. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was up, and if she was honest, she was more than willing to blame it on a delayed mourning of Hana's relationship with her. Oh, it was so easy to be angry, but pitiful and unpleasant to be sad. She figured Theory was a sap and would listen and probably relate, but as she neared Abaven, she found herself unable to call out to her cousin. She ended up wandering around for a while. She was very good at acting perfect, but perfect in a very flawed way. She didn't like to imagine she had any emotions or thoughts behind her glittering mischief eyes and charming lopsided smile. However, here she was with her stupid heart in a knot and her brain running lines over words long left to die in the air.

There was a woman up ahead and for a very brief moment, she thought it to be Theory and nearly doubled back. For all the fumbling alone, Sparrow realized it wasn't, and instead continued her saunter. The wolf did smell of Abaven, if only a little, but maybe that's how everything nearby smelled.

Sparrow considered her for a moment. She was alive, unharmed of anything obvious and good because Sparrow wasn't a healer. She was thin, but that happened sometimes. Sparrow snorted to announce herself.

"You plannin' on dying today?"

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