Sneak Away

*Vaishya* · 08-18-2014, 08:44 PM

Walk | Talk | Think

Now his answer came quickly, as if it sat right there at the front of his mind on any given day. How nice it must have been to have such a set plan for your life, to know exactly what it was you wanted to do and to be able to carry those thoughts to fruition. In comparison, Vaishya felt rather lost. All she had ever done was follow, to trail in her parents' wake, after her siblings, very rarely striking out on her own and never straying very far when she did. It all sounded rather...well, boring. But Ashtoreth had only ever stressed safety, structure, stability. All things she claimed a pack could provide. Was it truly impossible to feel any of those things while being a rogue? Was it possible her mother just did not know the whole story?

Her thoughts were puzzled as she listened to Aurelio explain himself, all the options he could see in his future and how easily each of them seemed to be spoken by him. It was all of little consequence in his grand scheme, and somehow she admired him for it, wishing she could have been born with a similar inclination for freedom and travel. As it was just the thought was enough to fill her with guilt, knowing how poorly her mother would feel if she suddenly woke up one morning to find her now-only daughter missing. She could never do such a thing to the woman, not after everything they had been through.

The older boy smiled, a look that almost made an answering one upon her face creep up though she smothered it with a look downward and away, being sure to keep her rather wide-eyed mask composed and impassive. "There's a lot of freedom in your plan," she remarked, adding confirmation to what he had said about needing those freedoms to do as he wished without consequence, "It must be nice." And maybe that was too much. It was not her place to complain or comment about her own strict living conditions, especially not after everything her mother had done to get them where they were. But there was envy in her words, even if it was not noticeably audible, and a little the deep grey youth felt guilty she had said it.

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