The hollow-eyed girl was an absolute mess. Her mind was in tangles, deep rotted knots attempting to untie and eventually breaking. She had no idea what to do. What the hell had happened? Everything had been going so well, the young, spirited girl was fairing wonderfully in this new pack, and everything had broken in an instant. She was not a malicious person, not even a vengeful or violent one, but something from within had exploded. Something from within had begun eating away at her, to the point where she was a hollow little shell of the elegnat figure she represented, her mind curled into a ball somewhere in that skull of hers. So, when she was commanded by Lanawyn, the sister of Alarian, she had not even hesitated, had not even taken a second to think about where she was moving, just instinctually, blindly followed her.
As she followed the other woman, Xahi trailed her gaze along the ground, and though she did not know it, a little part of her was softly peeping,“but where are we going?” When the pallid girl finally reached the point that Lanawyn stopped, she sat down, as commanded, and a little part of her sparked.
That stern and gentle tone was one she was familiar with, it sounded as though it had spilled directly from her mother’s lips. With tears eyes, the girl bit her tongue, slowly looking up at Lanawyn. However, when the woman began to speak, her tears faded, and realization flooded over her. She was not being reprimanded or scolded, but taught... Well, at least by Lanawyn.
Although the girl had been lost in her mind for a second, she jumped back to reality visibly, her eyes blinking and her maw parting. “Of course. Th-thank you.” Her deep voice shook the slightest when she spoke, something that had been happening much to often lately. Of course...it was possibly for the best. Xahi, although wise, was young, and she did not have to be perfect.
Once more, the girl repeated her words, this time, unwavering.
“Thank you.”