02-01-2020, 01:41 PM
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As an all too familiar lion approached, the fae dug herself into the snow, hiding behind Ikaia. She could still taste smoke on her tongue. She could still remember the tear in her heart. She remembered everything. She shouldn't have had to bury a friend. The lion was the reason she had. Why did they have to talk to him?
They should have brought her father with them. Or someone. She didn't want to be here. She glanced up at Ikaia, biting the inside of her cheek, her stomach feeling all sorts of twisted. The sooner they spoke their greetings and invite, the sooner they could move on... To another group who probably hated her home... Maybe this was a bad idea.
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Aine wanted to be far away. The petite vixen slunk close to her friends' sides, hazel hues flashing with greater intensity the closer they came to the border. The scent familiar. The hairs on the back of her neck rose. Aine wanted to be anywhere else. Even if she had said they should invite everyone... As an all too familiar lion approached, the fae dug herself into the snow, hiding behind Ikaia. She could still taste smoke on her tongue. She could still remember the tear in her heart. She remembered everything. She shouldn't have had to bury a friend. The lion was the reason she had. Why did they have to talk to him?
They should have brought her father with them. Or someone. She didn't want to be here. She glanced up at Ikaia, biting the inside of her cheek, her stomach feeling all sorts of twisted. The sooner they spoke their greetings and invite, the sooner they could move on... To another group who probably hated her home... Maybe this was a bad idea.
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— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —