Dragoncrest Cliffs my tree house is on fire

He speaks of things she knows nothing about, and with her mind on her own issues, it is easy to ignore the brunt of it. Tavi is busy mulling over her thoughts when he responds, and it stops her; at least for that milisecond.

Happy. She tests the word, tastes it, the way she has been studying her thoughts - she now studies this. No, she isn't happy. Tavi knows herself - she knows that she is ill-equipped as a living being to be a mother, to be any form of parent, she is not ready and she is not willing. Her enjoyment of the affair with Reek was growing stale the longer it lasted. There had already been too much fallout because of their hedonism - and this, the life that grew inside of her, it would likely be the last straw.

No, her tone becomes mournful, almost. I never wanted this. Her chin drops, nestling in to the fur of her throat, and as her ears fall back upon her head she holds back a tiny sob; her body quakes, suddenly feeling so very weak, and she all but collapses before him. She sucks in a breath and hopes most of the feelings come too, to be locked up somewhere within her. Hastily she speaks, hoping to get the words out before she breaks down completely. Her composure has been compromised. We were just having fun, it was fun - stupid, though. It's not.. Not worth it, and I don't know what to do. I don't know if I can do this. Her jaw clicks shut and she grits those teeth, hoping the wall of enamel will hold everything else inside.

I'm sorry -- this is none of your concern, I.. I ran, Tavi feels her shoulders rising - or maybe her head is dropping further, hanging rather than standing tall and mighty - and she feels the overwhelming pressure of her emotions building up from the pit of her belly, radiating outward. I ran until I couldn't, and now I don't know what to do.