howling for you / open, visiting

[aine.]

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I'll come back when you call me

No, no, no.  They'd be nice before.  They'd used nice words before.  It could be another trap.  Subconsciously, her eyes darted around their surroundings.  As the jaguar stretched a paw out, Aine scuttled backwards, ears remaining flat against her skull.  For once, she found herself in agreement with Mercede.  Lies. 

She was more than relieved upon her father's arrival, taking the opportunity to take a few deeper breaths through her nose.  Watching.  Waiting for him to leave.  To this be over with.  Only for her eyes to widen and lock on Kydobi in bitter shock and betrayal.

A storm of confusion flooded her mind, hooves scratching into the sand in antsy energy.  She wanted away.  Far away.  From the stranger.  He could leave.  He could just leave but Kydobi didn't want him to?  "..." A frustrated, perturbed growl built in her throat.  "..."

How could he...? "... I trusted you." The words left, barely audible, in dazed denial.  She ruffled her wings, unable to look at the ardent.  If this was a trap... If this was a trap... She didn't want to watch anyone get hurt.  Not again. 

"... Da.  S'il vous plaît." Make him go away.  Please.  Please

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