Silvertip Mountain Heating up

Omg Poor mason. My heart.

Zaria had turned herself to Mason. Yes she might be strict and harsh but she wanted to clear about certain things. Often that made her the bad guy but Zaria knew she wasn't. She loved herself and that was not something that she was going to stop doing. "Well a nod or anything would have been fine. You just bluntly ignored me," she pointed out stubbornly. She wanted to argue that she only helped him the last time and that she herself couldn't see anything wrong with what she did wrong in Mason's eyes.

A long sigh came from the female. "No. You can tend to Steady first," she spoke, but then she realized that Mason was crying. She stepped back and scrunched up her nose. Coming from the culture she did she had never seen anyone cry, well except slaves... and when she cried herself that she was nothing. Zaria was a bit clueless what to do but then she did remember the time she was crying and that Mason was coming to lay next to her. With another sigh she pushed herself towards Mason and sat next to him. She was not going to say sorry, she never did. But she could give comfort somewhat. She didn't even know why their relationship went so astray. Zaria looked at Steady. He was better at this. She looked at the black male with a confused expression, not knowing why he was crying.