I wasn’t a super flashy girl, I knew that, true and well. I liked to think I was pretty, but in regards to the two of us standing here, Chalice was definitely the more stunning of the two of us. I know I should feel as if that meant I was less worthy, but I knew I wasn’t. Despite everything in my past, I knew I could be worthy, to someone, someday. I had learned from a young age to hate my patterning, mainly because of the problems it had caused. I know now it was not my fault, only the fault of the two that had created me, and I was just the unfortunate one the bad mojo had landed on.

When I saw the male approach, and his claiming bite upon Chalice’s rump, my instinct to yell was one I could not control, nor did it seem she was able to control her instinct to kick out towards him. When Chalice presses her nose into my shoulder, I in turn move myself forward, my body twisting to shield her as best I could. My ears pinned, eyes narrowed as I listened to the two of them speak back and forth with each other. All the sudden, I felt as if I was just a silent wall between the two of them.

I watched the two of them, and I decided to keep my mouth shut and not speak up, because, in all reality, it had nothing to do with me, not anymore. I was just a wall to support Chalice should she need it. When he turns towards me and begins speaking, I keep my silence, the look of utter boredom upon my face giving my answer free and clear. I do not like pushy, and being second best was not something high on my list of wants either. Now whether Chalice went without a fight was up to her, and maybe she’d keep in touch, because we all could use a friend.