CASTLE / typhoon cub

[aine.]

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I'll come back when you call me

Aine frowned, her eyes flickering.  Her mind was racing yet felt slow, as though she was not quite comprehending it all.  What did he do?  Did he get himself into a fight?  Was that the reason for the blood?  "My cousin said shit that pissed me off... Untrue shit... Saying you're bad but you aren't... You're the exact opposite... You're good... Kind... And my friend." A fight then.  About her?

... Was she in the way of his family somehow?  Did they hate her that much?  Tears bit her eyes.  Her tongue rested on the roof of her mouth, tied.  Her words were running away from her.  Maybe she had none to begin with.  Not for this.

Her ears flicked backwards, a protest building.  Bleeding was not okay.  Let alone within his mouth.  How did she stop such a thing?  Tea? Her frantic thoughts came to a standstill, brought out by a sudden weight pushing her aside.  Already unstable, the petite deer-fox stumbled, trying to stop a complete fall.  Her eyes were already moving, large and upset (angry? furious?) as they found Caesar.  The infamous lemon connard.

She slam her hooves into the sand, finding a stable grip as one thing led to another.  Violence escalating.  She couldn't keep up.  Her father.  Kydobi.  Silvertides.  Too many.  Too much.  Stop it.  Stop it.  Her cheeks were wet as she stopped her hooves into the ground once again, this time in a show of instinctive force, the limp wings at her sides flaring out, oblivious to the sand raising in the air around her.  Anger, that's what this was.  She hated anger.

"Stay away from him!" Rare, the volume in her voice, loud and furious.  Protective.  He was her friend and he was hurt.  She'd protect him now.  Indiscriminately, she glared at everyone, bitter and wary.  Gritting her teeth together, she turned, attempting to gently headbutt Ry, as though to herd him, "... we're going to the temple."

Her treehouse involved too many steps.  An unnecessary nuisance.  The Event Temple held her herb storage.  The Event Temple was her place away from the house.  No one knew it better except her father, perhaps.  No one could sneak up on her there.  No one would hurt Ry there.  Or... She didn't know what she'd do but it made her apprehensive.

Why couldn't everyone just leave her friends alone?  I hope they kill him.  Stupid lemon... ... No.  She didn't want anyone to die.  No.  She scrunched her nose up, sniffing sharply.  She would not cry.  No.  No.  She would take Trygve to the temple.  Yes.  Okay.

— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —