Blackfeather Woods I'll bring the shibe with me

Damien. Damien was back. Her Forest King with his stories and sickeningly sweet compliments that had once mattered. She could not keep her heart from fluttering, even if it did belong to both her youngest and oldest brother. Why had he returned? Why did he have to mock her in this way? Astrid had thought he was lost forever, and yet here he was - in the middle of the night, mind you. Her wounds had healed yet scarred her for life, much like the absence of her only friend had. She frowned before rising and almost running toward wherever he was.

Storming at him, her face displayed clear anger and confusion. Ipik! She shouted at him, not bothering to keep quiet. Who do you think you are?! She questioned him, facing him with a less bold stance than she had wanted. You left for so long - you left ME for so long! She told him. Perhaps he had a reasonable explanation, but for now he was better off quiet.