The brutale watched with patient amusement as the younger seraph scrambled back to her feet, looking the none the worse for wear. Well, actually, she looked worse to begin in, so it really didn't change her look any. She looked like she hadn't bathed in a stream in weeks and to be truly honest, she smelled. Of course, Misty wasn't thinking about any of those petty things as she looked the girl over. Instead, for a moment she forgot her own heart wrenching pain and focused instead on what the femora before her must have been through. It looked like she'd been through hell. She would have asked but she had better manners than that and didn't want to make the huntress uncomfortable in any way. Causing a new comer to run would definitely not put her on Plague and Kimani's good list, that's for sure. Cocking her crown slightly, the banshee took in the oddball lyrics with narrowed orbs, trying to understand what this minx was saying. It sounded like she was talking about magic or some crazy shit like that. Surely she couldn't be serious? Well, it wasn't in Misty to tell her that magic was nice to believe in and all when you're young, but over time you get over it and move on. Like she had. A sigh escaped her labias before she knew it, thinking back to the magic she'd held when she was with Him. Of course, it had been magic, what else could have expained the happy high she always felt in his precense and the way he was always there when she needed him most? He'd given up his life as a loner, the life he enjoyed just to be with her and joined her pack at Andere. He'd come back just when she thought she had lost him forever, only to lose him again so soon after. Could this be coincidence or just nature's way of getting revenge on her? Was this some cruel punishment, sending a young damsel to her talking about magic when she'd lost the purest kind she knew of?
Before she knew it, tears flooded her optics and she looked away from the duchess, willing them away. She wouldn't be weak, she had to think of her unborn children!
I can tell your hurt...You look away..and you sound like your angry at someone.
She shut her lids at these words, staring at the black of her eye lids, wishing her very life away. Alas, but when she finally opened them, she was still here in this desolate place, still without Him. The only person I'm angry at is myself. The words dripped out in a whisper from her lips as she continued to stare at the ground at her paws. She wasn't even sure the other belle could hear them, but really it didn't matter if she did. It would only mean she was shown mercy to be kept out of the painful life Misty now led. Why was she angry at herself? She still didn't quite know the answer to that question. Was it because she let herself fall for Him only to get herself hurt? Was it because she beat herself over the fact that he left? Was it because even now she couldn't get over Him and woke up some mornings with tears in her eyes, wishing she could feel his cool breath on her closed lids once more? The velca couldn't give a yes or no to any of those questions and there was still more left just as questionable. She felt the tension rise in the air around her as if a snake was suddenly coiling around her body, threatening to suffocate her to death. She wanted to tell it to go ahead, make her day. Or rather, make her dead, but then would that solve anything? Even in her desperation, she thought not.
As the younger do, the czaress was distracted and asking about the alphas again. Misty met her pools again only to show her own puzzlement to that answer. She glanced around, as if hoping to see a pair of kind and intelligent twins staring right back at her but found nothing. Was Kimani sitting tight watching again? She could hope not, not wanting them to see her weak. Her answer was a shrug. I'm not sure, but an alpha should be here soon. It was not much of an answer at all, if she should say so herself, but it was all she could give to the fem for reassurance. It was the truth, anyway. Her plume gave a dull wag as she shifted her weight and finally sat back on her haunches, starting to wonder for the first time if she should be here. Was it the right decision to come back to Andere or should she have stayed lost? Of course, her subconscious was what brought her back, after all. She was wandering and noticed after a while where she was wandering to was the same path she'd taken out of here in the first place. Coincidence? She'd thought not at the time, but what about now? Was the pain worth it? Could she make it through this alive? Her golden gazers went to the other ess again.
You said your name is Sadakah, right? Pretty name. Your mother give it to you?
Meaningless conversation, it was all she could of at the moment.
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