Her grandfather seemed fretful about something, perhaps the packmates he had left in their dwellings, but nonetheless he spoke, to comfort her and help her learn past her mistakes. "I still did a good thing?" Mismatched orbs looked back up at her grandfather's own, incredulous as she would inch close enough to give him a quick nuzzle. "I'm just glad to be with my family, safe and sound, and everyone is okay..." She drew back, submissive in posture. She should have thought, rather than running into the fray like normal... But a Destruction called for help, and another of family should have answered... right? Oh the mocha cloaked child was so worried about perfection and being the granddaughter the Author deserved. 'I could be so much better than now...' Mismatched irises began to dull as she gave a sigh. 'There are so many choices in life... how can I make any of the right ones?' She knew the answer to one question that remained instilled within her skull, mismatched orbs watching the brown male.
"What I guess I am trying to say... is that I don't want to leave the family I just found. I have yet to see any of them... and meet them... And I..." As she spoke, her emotions broke out, her eyes closing shut, as she sputtered the end of the phrase. "...I just don't want to be alone..." Her crown dipped low as she would raise a paw, trying to hide her tears. Without tears, comes no rainbows... remember that for me, baby... Her eyes opened as she remembered her mother's speech, when she had first lost a family member far past in Ahlon, where she had left.
"Speech"
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