Stone Circle sleepless long nights

Her attitude towards the woman better greatly when she apologized, accepting the woman's words with a small smile and gental shake of her head, as if to say that all was forgiven. Once she'd finished and stepped back from the woman, and accepted her word with a dip of her head, her expression turned to interest as Cebra seemed to confide in her. Her admission was not strange to the girl; no, since the attack, how often had she felt helpless. Even today, the feeling came quite suddenly to squeeze down on her and have her desperately try and form words in the solace of solitude. She mirrored the word, only a breath of air escaping her as she mouthed it. Helpless. The girl's mouth widened a fraction, displaying nothing but fangs and the bottom of her mouth, her tongue well and truly gone. Keoni did not think that many knew the reason for her silence, but in showing it to Cebra she was empathetic and bitter, though she had thought the latter long faded. The woman had lost a tail; something that would mend and heal. Her voice, on the other hand, would not.