Shadowwyn Moor if i had to think twice

*throws her thru a loop*

Well, shoot. There went that. Hopes and dreams, dashed to nothingness. His question was met with a nod, embarrassment easy to note in the squint of her golden eyes. Sure it was all natural and the way things went but naturally, the first man not of her family she met had seen it. And he was handsome, swarthy, and had a regal look to him. All of it was appealing to the adult whose only current regret was not dispersing from her family sooner so she could believe they were alive and not have misery nipping at her heels. She could've taken Bhreac and her brothers, too, thus giving her parents less people to help chase off... and everyone could've survived in the end. Who knew? The butterfly effect was odd...

And now she regretted thinking that at all. Her family was dead. What the hell was wrong with her? What the hell was this dude doing? Damn. All of the time she spent with her family... those were the days, and she'd never have them again. Eshe slapped herself internally on the wrist. Family before... whoever this was. But as it turned out, even that could not apply. They were gone. So it was just "me, myself, and I" for the rogue, whose mind was consistently chasing out "Eshe" so she could just be and exist. The pain of the past... it was unbearable. No one should have to suffer as she had... but she was aware people did.

It was then the handsome male informed her of the fact that he had a pack. Well, she could have guessed that in his appearance alone. There was a regal, mature aura to the man that suggested as much. To join him sounded nice... it really did. The days of loneliness were things she wanted to put behind her.

She didn't see why not, honestly. Was she ready to join another pack? Eshe reared her head inside. There was a part of her that wanted to just... not. It would be the first pack since her natal one, and that change... it felt unbearable. Was it betrayal? It was that part of her that caused her to flatten her ears to her head. But she didn't want to say no to him, either. To see that face every day... what a life!

"I'd like to get to know you," she thought out loud, and it was only a second later she realized she had spoken. Woah woah woah. Quill had to think of something right quick to make it not sound exactly how she had thought it. "Before I make any promises, I mean! What if you're a tyrant ruler who, I don't know, ...trains assassins!" Really. Was that all she could come up with? She snorted. At least now the other before her would know she wasn't kidding when she said she'd been lacking in companionship. Hot damn, any and all social graces were gone with the wind.