[Kaede's ears twitched at the sound of movement that didn't belong, her head snapping around. She began to bristle when Fang stood, looking at her—but the taller woman didn't sink into a posture to attack from. Didn't seem angry at how Kaede had torn her face to ribbons. She just looked...tired.
And then she turned—and walked away. For a brief moment, Kaede's mind sparked indignant; was she really—was she that unimportant?
But. Who was she to ask?
Kaede's mind grasped for answers, for things that could possibly justify this. The moons—an excuse. The energy she'd become so dependent on wearing paper thin—also an excuse. Anger, that had gone ashen cold and exposed her actions for what they were. That the thing who'd hurt someone so important to her was in front of her, admitting so—because Fang's hand was forced in an impossible decision. The real culprits had been dead and cold in the ground for a month. What justification was that?
All this little spat had done was leave Fang with a clawed up face, and made Kaede drop her book. Maybe its waterproofing had held up better than that on her sodden cloak.
Stiffly, Kaede stood; the cold rain had already made her joints feel creaky. She shook the water from her antlers, her hair from her face, collected her book—and vanished into the gloom.]
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And then she turned—and walked away. For a brief moment, Kaede's mind sparked indignant; was she really—was she that unimportant?
But. Who was she to ask?
Kaede's mind grasped for answers, for things that could possibly justify this. The moons—an excuse. The energy she'd become so dependent on wearing paper thin—also an excuse. Anger, that had gone ashen cold and exposed her actions for what they were. That the thing who'd hurt someone so important to her was in front of her, admitting so—because Fang's hand was forced in an impossible decision. The real culprits had been dead and cold in the ground for a month. What justification was that?
All this little spat had done was leave Fang with a clawed up face, and made Kaede drop her book. Maybe its waterproofing had held up better than that on her sodden cloak.
Stiffly, Kaede stood; the cold rain had already made her joints feel creaky. She shook the water from her antlers, her hair from her face, collected her book—and vanished into the gloom.]