IT'S EASY TO FAKE A SMILE // capture

[trojan g.]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%;text-align: justify;font-size: 10pt;"]As soon as Dante spoke once more, Sweeney had already began to step forward, ears pinned to her head as a small growl of annoyance left her throat. "He'll tell us later Dante, you scaring a child isn't going to make things better for yourself." Gods he had already ostracized himself enough from the rest of the Pitt based on his actions and who he chose to associate himself with, could he be any more dense? Sweeney felt the ground beneath her shake and then she saw him, saw the tail flick towards her and she paused. He was dead, she was there. He was dead and Moth was broken because she hadn't been able to save the lion and his lover in time for them to continue living in Tanglewood, for him to lead. Tanglewood in and of itself had been a broken shattered mess that made Sweeney feel like she had to walk on eggshells in case she said or did something wrong, because she was a Pittian and she couldn't take them all on at the same time for saying something wrong in their broken state. Of course they'd gotten better but she had felt even more like an outsider when he had died.

Eyes locked with the ghost of the former Tanglewood leader, squinting as she thought for just a moment before she spoke again. "Of course it's you." She would mutter, before rocks jut out of the ground in an attempt to move Dante away from the child, a barrier of rock and stone that would shield the other from the creepy guy that had harmed him. She'd then move forward to get to the other side of Fraggle, fur on end as she finally looked away from Aurum and then down to the cub. "Come on, if you wanna ride my back I can fly you there? See if you like the sky, we'll make sure you're all taken care of." She wasn't going to let him die again, wasn't going to let him be scared. The thing she had wished she could say to Moth when things had gone down.