Redtail Rise worn out your welcome

Arion forced his legs to stop trembling as he wept silently, allowing the hot tears to trail down his chocolate cheek and fall like raindrops onto the ground. Perhaps he wasn't supposed to leave after all, because if the Fates wished for him to leave, surely they wouldn't let him feel....this way. Surely they would be merciful and allow him to go peacefully, his mental barrier still intact, keeping the emotions firmly locked inside. Was this a sign? That he didn't have to leave after all?

Saena's jovial voice rang sharply through the air and for a moment, Arion wondered if he should run away right now and avoid confronting his leader. You're not a coward, remember? He reminded himself and kept still, though truth to be told, he suspected that even though he told himself he wasn't a craven, he actually was, for even considering the idea of running away without notifying his best friends, his family.

"Saena," Arion murmured when he sensed she stopped just behind him. "Would you label me as a traitor if I ran away now?"