lavi [★] save your life, set you free

[Tena M.]

✯ — I TELL YOU THIS STORY, SAVE YOUR LIFE, SET YOU FREE

A sharp response tingled on her tongue, so prepared she could taste the bite of it.  A million reasons to not stop to keep going flashing in her distinct eyes.  As the Jedi moved away so quickly, they died there on her tongue.  For a long moment, she just stood there and watched him go, looking for a protest but realizing that odds were, he would not listen to her.  But he had to.

Grinding her teeth, the Demdji trailed after him, ears flicking back.  "I don't think it's a go-" Was he trying to distract her?  Tena scowled, determined not to let the Jedi's ploy work.  The stars really were, in fact, pretty.  She would not pretend she had not noticed, but they were not important right now. He had to understand that.  Staying in a single place too long out here was throwing caution to the wind.  "Just because they haven't caught up to us yet..." The smaller feline insisted, shifting her paws restlessly.

Tena remembered the dash out the first time.  Moons and moons ago.  It'd been a lucky shot in the dark, and she'd taken it and ran with it.  She did not stop running either, until she the desert was miles and miles behind her, until she lost track of the days and the distance.  Even then, the sand cat ran into other Depurs, but they had not been the ones she'd been avoiding.  Had not been the ones calling for her blood.

And she'd caused trouble for them too. As she was liable to do in every case. Still.  When the trouble was done; Tena did not stick around long.  She did not desire her head on a pike or new chains around her paws, especially when both were equally likely possibilities.

Truthfully... Tena knew his words were reasonable.  He was not senseless.  He was proving far more intelligent and health-cautious than her at the moment, but he just wasn't wary enough for the situation that was all, she was sure.  Despite her exhaustion, her legs tingled with the need to move.  This desert was not safe now.  Not for either of them, now that he'd helped her.  Kriffing idiot.  Stupid Jedi.

She seethed, beginning to pace, stubbornly avoiding her companion's gaze.  "I'll be fine," she retorted, a growl low rumbling in her throat.  "You shouldn't even be here in the first place," Tena added, voice dropping with irritation and something akin to disappointment.  Lavi should be anywhere but here; with his sister maybe, wherever she was, or back in Snowbound.  "I didn't ask for your help."
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px steelblue; font-size: 12px;"]— tena moonspinner ✯

#psychosocial.