Half points for Sage, half for Mercy, if it's possible, since she'd bring the rest back for him..
He was being self-deprecating and she didn't appreciate it. He wanted to push the world away and wallow in his own self-pity? She'd known that he could be selfish, as he had been in his ways with her and Naira, but this was taking things a step too far. She flattened her ears and did not appreciate the extent to which he was going to push her away. She felt insulted that he was doing this and wanted to make a comment which would reference his relationship with Naira just to make him see how angry he was making her...But she bit her tongue. Her gaze grew fiercer and fiercer, but she did nothing to allow her catlike tongue to ruin their moment. "I won't." She said stubbornly; she wasn't willing to let him win. Mercy wouldn't know about his father unless she decided the time was right- but it would happen someday. Now that she knew Rhysis lived, albeit in a terrible condition, she would eventually tell him the truth.What kept her from becoming just as volatile as Rhysis was the hurt that he showed. She could see that his words were a double edged sword and that it hurt him to say those words. He didn't want to push himself away, but he needed to do it anyway. She hated him for it but knew that it needed to be done...But still, she wanted him only at arm's length. Close enough to touch, but far enough that she couldn't feel the beat of his heart.
He pulled himself to his feet and regained some of his former glory. She rose too, knowing that their meeting was over. She told herself, though, that this would not be the last that she would see of him. She silently watched him begin to saunter away, without following him. But instead of simply letting him go in silence, she called out. "I will find you again, someday. You will be my king again." She said. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment before she too departed. When she came upon the half-eaten carcass of a deer, she thought to call out to him again- but he'd been selfish and likely would not come back. So she filled her belly with as much as she could eat without feeling too guilty, and carried the rest back to the packlands, allowing her pelt to become soaked through with the rain, removing all traces of their meeting.
Avatars by Arla!