Honeyed Pasture Eight seconds left in overdrive

"You are being irrational," Osprey murmured and shook her head slowly, still not understanding, why was Charon so mad at her and the whole situation seemed like a badly written drama. She winced, when the boy declared that he hated her and stormed away, but did not call out to him, nor did she try to follow. Though the words he had said hurt, she had a feeling that he had not meant it. That this was yet another an unfinished business and, when the anger would go away, they would be able to deal with this in a calm manner. There was a possibility that their friendship would end, but that kind of a result - though unlucky - would still be better than leaving things as they were now.

She then looked down at Mason and gave him a sad smile: "I am sorry that you had to witness this." He was obviously scared and for a moment she pondered, whether she should walk him home. Just in case Charon was somewhere nearby and decided to unleash his anger at the innocent. Anything could happen and it was unfortunate that she had lost all confidence in her former friend. "Do you still want to hear the story or should we leave it for another time? I can assure you that the rest of my friends are not that mad. Nor any of them are likely to jump out of the bushes suddenly," she gave him a reassuring look. Well, Burke had always had a knack of appearing, when she expected it the least. But they were way away from the usual hunting grounds.