03-15-2021, 09:47 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%;text-align: justify;font-size: 10pt;"]When Atticus had left, Sweeney had been heartbroken. She had known that, eventually, he would go back to the Pitt, but she had thought it would be with her, considering how much she had wanted to go home. She had been staying in Tanglewood making sure that Atticus was better before she left, before she went back home with him, if he had even wanted to go back home to the Pitt. She had been on the fence about it, ever since his mother came back she had been worried that he'd rather stay in Tanglewood with her than stay in the desert they had called home for all of Sweeney's life and the majority of his own.
It seemed as though she needn't worry about that though, considering one morning when Sweeney had woken up, he was gone.
At first, she was angry, mad that he had left without so much of a goodbye, and eventually anger turned to worry as she hadn't heard anything from him. She had assumed he'd gone back to the Pitt without her for whatever reason, but she couldn't be sure, so she stayed. Stayed in Tanglewood, in Moth's home. She stayed in territory that was both unfamiliar to her and didn't want her. She was a Pittian after all, and she knew the history that Tanglewood and the Pitt had with each other. Hell she'd lived through some of it. Watched as they burned her father alive just because of who he was. She knew that, at some point in their lives, there were many here that had wished that upon herself as well. So she'd stayed hidden, until she eventually mustered up the energy to come out once more, ready to leave Tanglewood in search of the one she loved.
It seemed as though she didn't need to go far though, for when Sweeney had gotten to the border of the swamp, there he was, flowers by his side and a regretful look upon his face. Anger flared in her for just a moment as the realization of him just up and leaving to go to the Pitt crossed her mind as the scent of the Pitt washed over her senses. Then she was grateful that he was there, waiting, and she ran up to him in an attempt to tackle him in a hug, head moving forward to nuzzle his chest. "I was so worried about you." The kitsune would speak at last, looking over the other for a moment as she backed up, "I didn't know where you went."
It seemed as though she needn't worry about that though, considering one morning when Sweeney had woken up, he was gone.
At first, she was angry, mad that he had left without so much of a goodbye, and eventually anger turned to worry as she hadn't heard anything from him. She had assumed he'd gone back to the Pitt without her for whatever reason, but she couldn't be sure, so she stayed. Stayed in Tanglewood, in Moth's home. She stayed in territory that was both unfamiliar to her and didn't want her. She was a Pittian after all, and she knew the history that Tanglewood and the Pitt had with each other. Hell she'd lived through some of it. Watched as they burned her father alive just because of who he was. She knew that, at some point in their lives, there were many here that had wished that upon herself as well. So she'd stayed hidden, until she eventually mustered up the energy to come out once more, ready to leave Tanglewood in search of the one she loved.
It seemed as though she didn't need to go far though, for when Sweeney had gotten to the border of the swamp, there he was, flowers by his side and a regretful look upon his face. Anger flared in her for just a moment as the realization of him just up and leaving to go to the Pitt crossed her mind as the scent of the Pitt washed over her senses. Then she was grateful that he was there, waiting, and she ran up to him in an attempt to tackle him in a hug, head moving forward to nuzzle his chest. "I was so worried about you." The kitsune would speak at last, looking over the other for a moment as she backed up, "I didn't know where you went."