You're no good, you don't cry like you should

You're no good, you don't cry like you should

Faelene Posts: 297

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03-02-2013, 01:40 AM (This post was last modified: 03-02-2013, 01:42 AM by Faelene.)

F A E L E N E
you don't cry like you should.

There was no more wondering. Faelene knew. The flutters, and shifts, stretching sides only meant one thing. There wasn't a shadow of a doubt what had happened, what would soon come to light. There were a new set of anxieties to torture her mind.

What now? Helovia had been her home for almost a whole year, but she had never sought mother hood. The idea of having a piece of herself, breathing, living was frightening. Faelene wasn't fretting over if she could do take on this new name. No, she had done it through the years as one without the connection of blood, and a part of her had wanted one to call her own. The real base of her fear was how a child could be hurt, damaged, and used against her. Even though she might appear to lack enemies she was all about seeing the darkness the light created.

Faelene could feel her breath fall from her lips, warming the tip of her cold nose. The dawn was close to making its presence while she stalked through the forest bidding her time. She knew she had to tell him, but she did not want an audience. A grim smile marred the rest of her composed face. There was countless other things she could add to the list of unwanted, but the innocent life wasn't a burden she would run from despite the weight she could feel beneath it. Faelene was hell bent on making sure this child had a life the best she could give.

Despite how wary she was, there was strength defined in her movement, in her silver eyes that swept through the shadows. They knew what they wanted something white whether it was a flash of Irma or the Frostheart himself. It seemed too good to hope she would find him without beckoning him. Yet drawing attention to the fact she wanted to speak to him was the last thing she wanted to have to do. She cursed herself under her breath. She shouldn't feel so out of place in her own skin, in the Basin, but she couldn't help it. By now anyone who looked at her might see those signs that something had been done, and she would not know how to answer, what to say till she had a conversation with the man involved. No matter what she told herself she wouldn't lose her handle on life over one night.

Picking her way among the moss, stones, and broken branches she meandered closer to the corner where she had found him. The red mane wouldn't go to the rocks, to the water, no, she clung to the shadows that would hold her. With things quiet, and her search empty, she leaned her rump against a welcoming thick tree and closed her eyes knowing this wasn't the better idea, but she was mentally and physically spent.

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