"You turn desire into action. Into change. You stop holding yourself apart, and learn to be part of a clan of many. You love her. Make this the last time you are trespasser, and she will not be alone." Ryja smiles, letting out a slow, steadying breath. It's not enough to calm her heart. Not enough to balance out the isolating, overwhelming fear... but it doesn't matter. This is more important.
"That mask belongs to her, now. When she is old enough to understand, we will explain. She will deserve to know."
'We.' One word carrying so much weight. So much implication. For his mistake, Ryja does not hate him. She does not seek his suffering, even though her words have been so, so painful. She is hurt, wounded, still. But she will not abandon him, nor Dawn. Had the offer been made to her instead... Ryja Featherfists does not hesitate. She acts. She keeps her word. And she promised.
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"You turn desire into action. Into change. You stop holding yourself apart, and learn to be part of a clan of many. You love her. Make this the last time you are trespasser, and she will not be alone." Ryja smiles, letting out a slow, steadying breath. It's not enough to calm her heart. Not enough to balance out the isolating, overwhelming fear... but it doesn't matter. This is more important.
"That mask belongs to her, now. When she is old enough to understand, we will explain. She will deserve to know."
'We.' One word carrying so much weight. So much implication. For his mistake, Ryja does not hate him. She does not seek his suffering, even though her words have been so, so painful. She is hurt, wounded, still. But she will not abandon him, nor Dawn. Had the offer been made to her instead... Ryja Featherfists does not hesitate. She acts. She keeps her word. And she promised.
She gets it.