Blackfoot Forest Step by Step

Andalusia frowned when Sebastian raked his gaze against her. His irritation snapped through the air, but she let his sharp retort roll off her shoulders. If he wanted to gamble his life away, fine. But she couldn't stand by without warning him first, no matter how blunt her choice of words.

Though he claimed to understand his choice had been unwise, his prior intonations contradicted his confession, and it took everything for Andalusia to bite back the chastisement that begged to fall from her lips. The situation struck a nerve with her, and threatened to bring out a side of her she hadn't favoured in a long time. He claimed he knew his folly, but his grumbling sounded more like a way to silence her than any admittance of true understanding. Andalusia took a beat of silence to weigh her words before she spoke again. "Then next time, run while you can." If he wanted her quiet, he would have to wait a while yet. Though Andalusia held back the bite in her voice, she pressed her queries further, fuelled by a virtue of her own she held close to her heart. "You might think it was worth the risk, but did you even think about your family when you chose to stay?" He feared being named a coward, but honour hardly seemed the type to leave one's family to the dark. If that was what honour meant, then Andalusia would take the name of coward and let the fools die in honour's way.