road to transformation

The words that left her mouth hadn't left them in anger, but the response she got was hot with it. Heartless. Maybe she was. She hadn't been before but now, he'd ripped the heart right out of her once. What was the point of putting it back in if it meant going through that again? She didn't move from her spot by the window, barely angled her head to catch the shake of his own from the corner of her eye. As far as she was concerned it wasn't her wrong to right, and she wasn't even sure he could. Modesty pulled her tail in close to wrap around her, allowing the longer fur to fall across her paws and hide the way her nails gripped at the stone beneath them, but it wouldn't mask the flexing of her shoulders or the way her quills quivered in response. It was almost as if he thought she got sick on purpose. If he truly didn't care if she left, then what reason was there to stay? She allowed herself a slow blink and then turned her attention back to the jungle below. She wouldn't be going back to the hotel on the island, maybe not ever.

Perhaps it would be for the best in the long run.

“Speech.”