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07-24-2015, 02:24 AM
Ktulu Ktulu relinquished her hold on her niece when she backed away and she listened in silence as Ros said that she was so tired of hearing sorry from everyone. She couldn't help the frown that tugged the corners of her mouth down toward the ground as Ros said she only wanted everyone to be happy. "How?" Ktulu asked. "How can everyone be happy when there's so much evil?" It wasn't her desire to trample all over Roskuld's wish but she was a realist and a bit of a pessimist. She'd seen too much in her life to believe that anyone could be happy for more than just a few fleeting moments. She also didn't believe that everyone could be happy because one individual's happiness could be another's sadness, hatred, and despair. “The world’s…stronger than me and I can’t bend it the way I wanna….” "Its stronger than all of us." Ktulu murmured, and it was. "There's really not much we can do about it, is there? In the end we just ... we have to move on. Accept what we can't change and whats stronger than us, fix what we can fix and conquer what we can..." But it was so much easier to talk about accepting and moving on than it was to actually do it. It occurred to her that, once again, she was trampling all over Ros' desires... whatever they might be. She wanted to mutter an apology but held it back as she remembered what Ros had said just a few seconds before. I don't want sorry. “…you sure? You…you ain’t sick of my ass,yet?” "No... I'm not sick of you." Ktulu said and, honestly, it stung a little that Ros might think she was sick of her. How could she be sick of a child that she'd watched run around the Foothills as a fat little foal with her own daughter? How could she be sick of her sister's child? She might have been frustrated and exasperated at times with Ros' antics, but she never hated her or grew tired of her. "I meant what I said." She said quietly. "I do love you." And even though she meant it with every fiber of her being it was so very hard for her to say because she had a long history of losing what she loved. Her mother, her father, her son, her sister for some time, Circe, even Lakota had disappeared for a while. "...like I love Hototo and Jiji." @[Roskuld] "."  |
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