Blackbeak Bluff bon temps

He made an excellent point—he’d done nothing to make her fear him, and yet, she was frightened. A mix of things factored into her emotions, from being in a new place to having nearly fallen to her death, as well as his presence there and any number of other things. She knew she shouldn’t be scared, she knew she shouldn’t judge him based on how he appeared but—“You look scary,” she argued, as if that was a worthy explanation. But the moment the words left her mouth, her eyes went wide and she shook her head, knowing it wasn’t at all kind. “I’m—I am sorry. I should not have said that,” she added, making a poor attempt at retracting her previous statement. All she could think now was what if her mother had heard her? Kaori was raised to be kind, not cruel, and to use her mind during any given situation—but these were things so easily forgotten that she’d acted against them all, bringing dishonour to not only herself, but her entire living family, ancestors, and even the dragons.

How would Draco react to her soul now? Would she be cast from the stars when her time to join them came? No, no, no—that could not happen, her soul would crumble.

Panicked mixed with fear and she found herself quivering, though it was not because of him; his advancement went unnoticed, the mess of thoughts she’d created proving to be quite the distraction. “I am really sorry,” she repeated, hoping that, by doing so, even the stars would forgive her. “Please, forgive me!” Be it the weight of her mind or the stress she caused herself, the lamb bowed her head to him and waited—to be chastised, forgiven, or something. Anything that would reestablish balance within the world, drive up her good karma, and land her back in the good graces of the dragons.