disasters in the making

*Mirabelle* · 04-15-2015, 09:47 AM

Her own lips trembled, wanting to smile and at the same unable to. How Motif was happy to see her, she couldn't fathom - after all, she had left. Left the pack, twice, and with no warning at that. She abandoned the pack; abandoned the wolves within it. How could one be pleased to see her? It made no sense to her. Well, more like she didn't let it make sense to her. She didn't want this perception to be wrong, she didn't want to be wrong, even though she did at the same time. Damn, she was confused. And confusing.

She tensed at Motif's words, but after a moment, she relaxed again. As much as she was able to, that is. There was no hostility in the female's voice, even if her expression was challenging. It was challenging in a... good way. The way it used to be. The way she wished it still was, in a way, if she hadn't messed up. She had, though, and she wasn't going to go back - not even if allowed.

"Avoiding Abaven," she responded, looking away with her ears flickering half-way between flattened to her head and upright. Her voice, this time, wasn't as hostile as she thought it would be. No, this time it was hesitant and tiny. Avoiding my mistakes echoed in her mind, because she knew it to be true - wandering alone, she could avoid them. Meeting those she did not know, she could avoid them. Meeting someone she did know? They seemed to drown her.

"Words"

What is this part doing here, Sea?

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disasters in the making

Mirabelle