Under the light of a 1000 colors

Had things been different, Osprey would have outrun Dante by now, but, of course, her lanky legs meant for speed, but not so suitable for carrying an extra weight, slowed her down, therefore, when he caught up with her in mere seconds, she didn't even put up an effort, she stopped and waited, what he had to say. It surprised her a little that he - out of all people - was the last one to know. Because - ever since learning this herself a week ago - she thought that her whole appearance screamed from the roof-tops about, what kind of mess Osprey was in. Apparently not everyone were that observant and she could not decide, whether it was a good or bad thing.

His question made her frown - as if she had hid this fact all this time on purpose. Ok, for the last few days it was so - she kept away from others just because she felt bad enough already to hear anyone else preaching about dignity and proper manners and how irresponsible it was. Hell, she knew that already. Also the fact that she couldn't for the world recall, how this had happened, when and with whom. There were a lot of blank spaces left. "Had I known earlier, do you think I would have stayed this long? That I would not have run for the hills?" she replied him with a question of her own, because there was no way of explaining "why".