Hoshor Plains A hunting we will go

She saw the pain in his eyes, and her peace escaped from her heart. He didn't want to stay. She should have been used to this, but it still hurt, this one a little bit sharper than the others. She felt his muscles tense to leave before she spoke. After she did, he relaxed again, but it felt as if she had forced him to. She mustered up a small smile and tried to shove everything back.

"I am over 4 years old." She huffed softly at herself, an almost mocking sound. She felt tired all of a sudden, the long nights alone, the sleepless nights and silent days trying to crowd in all at once. He didn't want her. She shouldn't have thought..What had she thought? Closing her eyes for a second, her brows furrowed as the emotions took hold. She shook her head and took a deep breath of the cold air, her nostrils flaring a moment. The frozen breath cut the feelings back, but an ache had settled on her heart. His still belonged to another. How stupid a mixed blood she was. Stupid, stupid, stupid. The word repeated at each beat of her heart as she spoke again, a smile on her lips that did not quite reach her eyes as she opened them. "I was born 4 years ago in winter. How about you?"