A matter of pride

The man cursed her and Isa flashed her teeth. He was so uncouth! Such an insufferable caveman! He accused her of judging him and turned to begin stalking off. Isa stalked off behind him, not done with him at all. "I'm not judging you," the blue fae growled as she limped after him, again spitting blood onto the stones. "I'm pointing out that grief like ours isn't rare. We aren't the first to feel it. It's natural. Instinctual. So if you need to feel that grief, do so." Isa did a half limp/hop to quicken her speed until she was standing in the giant dire's path. "Feel it until you can't feel it anymore."

In a rare moment, Isa's gaze softened for a moment, her voice losing the sharp blade of anger. "I am sorry for asking such painful questions," she began, her pale tail tip flicking back and forth. "I'm just trying to figure out why you're holding onto so much anger. I shouldn't care at all. You're a rude, insufferable bastard." The fae's nose wrinkled for a moment and she shook her head before turning away to let him leave, exiting his path. "Part of me recognized that anger. I understand it." Again she shook her head and stopped speaking before she continued to just ramble on. With a huff and a sigh, it was Isa's turn to start stalking away, back towards the healing den where she'd been staying.


"Isa"