Chickadee had never given thought to the idea that one's imprint might be someone awful. But now that the thought was in her head, she found herself fearing that this could very well be the case. What if her imprint was someone terrible and cruel? What if her imprint was snobbish and cold?

Chickadee found her thoughts turning briefly to Valerian, and despite her best efforts to the contrary she could feel a blush creeping up over her face. She had been disappointed at the realization that he was not her imprint -- at least, she didn't think he was. But that did not diminish what she felt for him..

She had always imagined that she would not love anyone other than her imprint, from birth until death. Now, faced with her own feelings of infatuation for a complete stranger and the possibility of her imprint being some unknown horror seemed to flip her world on it's head.

Certainly, if an imprinted pair were made for each other, Jagger would have found someone who did not rub her so wrongly..

Chickadee sighed, shifting back a little. "I just don't understand," she muttered, mainly to herself. "This isn't at all how I had imagined it would be.."

The auburn girl flicked her loving gaze back to Jagger, her face creased with concern. "Are you sure he's your imprint? I mean... how do you know?"

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CHICKADEE
^{you're not alone}