After leaving her aunt and uncle, Sirius had found herself veering away from the path her siblings had taken. She wanted to think and she wanted to do it by herself; she didn't want to talk to Integra or Atreides or Minerva or any of the numerous Imperium puppies. All she wanted was silence. This forest was perhaps the perfect place for that. It was dark and silent, almost brooding if that were possible. It fit her mood. If she were prone to tears, it's very possible Sirius would have cried out of frustration.
Siri didn't know how to feel. The talk with her relatives had reminded her all over again of what she was missing. She wanted to be sad all over again for her parents and for Bellona, but the cocoon of numbness she'd wrapped herself in wouldn't let her.
Confused and intentionally alone, the young Armada flopped down beside a fallen tree. On her way down a root scraped her belly and after she scooted off of it, Sirius glared daggers down at. If she couldn't be sad then she was going to be mad.
