Things had changed. It had been subtle at first and then... not. The firey girl chewed her cheek as she considered the implications, all the tension that lay thickly in the air, the looks that her parents threw at each other enough to steal the oxygen from the air. She didn't like it. Not at all. It was like the earth was shifting beneath her feet, threatening to fall away and she couldn't help but think that maybe it was her fault. Maybe, if she'd just done more, been better - brighter, louder like Mabel? Maybe if she was better at hunting or stronger like Corsair?
Maybe if she tried harder now things wouldn't be broken anymore.
What if it was too late?
The tight feeling in Ayla's stomach was clawing its way up her throat and she knew she had to move. Pushing herself hastily up she headed for the border, counting the steps from the grand oak as she went, 5, 6, 7, 8... She had to remind herself to breathe.