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Why didn't they see? Why didn't...? Aine took a deep breath. Okay. Okay. Four... Seven... Eight. Compromise. "Da. Da is suggest- suggesting we start-- we start. With this neutrality. Work- work up to alliance. We don't actually know him." Blind. Why didn't anyone... Why didn't anyone care? She didn't want them to burn. Not again. "Compromise." I don't want to see you burn. Please.
Stryker, count? As one of them? Abruptly, her head snapped up. Bitter. Done. With the cause. With Stryker. A white lion. A white lion with horns. "He's not. He's not a Pittian." Ry. Her chest burned. Ry.
She didn't care. Aine didn't care about this talk of challenge. Of discussion. No. No she was done. Done holding onto this thought. This suspicion. She felt like a boiling pot. Bubbling over. Frustrated. Confused. Lost.
Everything felt muted. Distant. The sand. The ground. It may be splitting or raising beneath her, she didn't know. She didn't care to tell. She was tired. She was over it. They could discuss their political standings later. Aine knew. Her father had thoughts of change. His own ideas. He'd want to listen. To consider the others too. Fine. Later. At least he cared to protect them. Later.
First. Stryker. The root. "He hurt Ry." How dare...? How dare? Her friend. Her best friend. Then ask for alliance? Her wings flared out at her sides, fury unfurling in full. How dare?
"You. You are no ally of ours." Leave. Or by hell I will make you.
[/td][/tr][/table]Stryker, count? As one of them? Abruptly, her head snapped up. Bitter. Done. With the cause. With Stryker. A white lion. A white lion with horns. "He's not. He's not a Pittian." Ry. Her chest burned. Ry.
She didn't care. Aine didn't care about this talk of challenge. Of discussion. No. No she was done. Done holding onto this thought. This suspicion. She felt like a boiling pot. Bubbling over. Frustrated. Confused. Lost.
Everything felt muted. Distant. The sand. The ground. It may be splitting or raising beneath her, she didn't know. She didn't care to tell. She was tired. She was over it. They could discuss their political standings later. Aine knew. Her father had thoughts of change. His own ideas. He'd want to listen. To consider the others too. Fine. Later. At least he cared to protect them. Later.
First. Stryker. The root. "He hurt Ry." How dare...? How dare? Her friend. Her best friend. Then ask for alliance? Her wings flared out at her sides, fury unfurling in full. How dare?
"You. You are no ally of ours." Leave. Or by hell I will make you.
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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