After her encounter with the male, she wasn’t sure what she felt. Her emotions and inclinations had become a muddled storm of indecision. There was a soothed satisfaction in the passage of time, but there was guilt of all kinds, as well; guilt, mostly, that she had left Briar for so long.
It wasn’t unusual for her to seek these periods of solitude. Even back in the Kingdom, she isolated herself from the ones she valued when she was angry. She thought it would make them want her more. That they would deign to appeal to her better nature once they saw her again, that maybe they would be grateful that she came back. And yet, when she crawled the slopes looking for Briar, she could not find her.
What she found was little more than a winding trail back west, toward the cliffs where they had once sat with Lagora and devised their hungry plans. Her gored thigh ached, but the pain in her steps was little more than an afterthought, her obsession residing at the forefront of her mind.
The longer she walked, the more desperate she became to find her companion, and the more that guilt manifested into an intense need to be reunited with her. To repair whatever damage Dhracia caused by getting so angry, and to try to soothe her leg. To wipe away whatever misgivings Briar might have. Maybe she was imagining it, but the distance was an unwelcome slackening in her grip. Dhracia needed to tighten it once more.
So onward she jogged, rolling over all the things she wanted to do and say, hoping for a sign of the small cottonball she had angrily abandoned just days earlier.
Jan 27, 2018 10:39 AM
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