Calypsei’s raw emotion had normally been hidden from view so she appeared an iron fortress – nothing could crack her and nothing could scare her. It was the terrible memories that haunted the cyan girl’s past, and these memories alone, that brought out the worst and most vulnerable of her. And she had just shown it to Lark. She was sure he had enough to worry about, so why had she burdened him with such a story in the first place? For that matter, why did she have to bring up assassins and why did he have to bring up killing? The Oceana girl drew a deep breath and held it for a second as she regained her composure, falling back into the impassive masquerade that she felt ever so comfortable in.
Lark would speak, giving the usual subtleties that she had become so used to hearing. She didn’t tell her story often, but when she did, she heard answered that compare closely to the ones she had just received from her friends. I’m sorry your friend was killed. He had no idea. She looked up, her eyes not revealing the emotions she had shown just a moment ago. “The past is in the past. It is the future you have to look towards and the present that must have your mind.” She shrugged off his comments as her muscles finally calmed and her claws were pulled out from the ground. “What about you, Lark? What are you going to do?” She was asking this question in reference to pack roles and the bountiful amount of options he had. He could do anything, but would he?
