feeling things.
Beneath these bloody boughs is where I had last seen both my ma and my brother. My most recent memories of them are among these dark trees, on an evening not very different from this one, in the darkest hours of night. Brother, as he had made a habit of doing, had slipped away. I remember his kiss goodbye rousing me from my sleep, and blinking blearily as I watched his retreating figure disappear into the shadows. It had been me next (because I wasn’t going to let him have all the fun). I hadn’t expected that my over-the-shoulder glance would be the last picture of Ma in my mind for...I don’t even know how long it’s been now.
Months.
...
Ugh. Look at me getting all emotional and nostalgic now—it’s disgusting. I scrunch my nose up at myself and march pointedly forward, leaving these silly things behind me. I would never, ever, ever, ever admit that I’m lonely. I’m just shadowing Volterra around Helovia because, lately at least, he seems to be heading to where all of the excitement is at. That’s all this is. Marching into the outskirts of the crowd that’s gathered, I shift and shoulder my way in between until I can see what they’re all gawking at. A shadowy thing—I’m still not sure what it is, but it’s talking. My eyes narrow and I puff out my chest, the curls of my tail lashing around my hips. “Try me,” I sneer, “gimme a trick.”
Sabre chooses a TRICK!
“Speech.”
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