Broken Antler Fen You fear only fear itself

She allowed him to get closer without feeling the need to flee. He had killed the object of her fear, and she loved him more for that. It may not have been for her, or what he did to her, but Aviana didn't care. She cared only that her Uncle was dead and could not harm her. She let his calm and assuring words wash over her, implanting them in her mind. The only hard part was trusting the other males here. She had trusted her Uncle with her life, and he had betrayed not only her, but her Mother, as well. How would she know for certain that another male wouldn't do that?

He asked if he could help her, and Aviana desperately wanted to say yes. It had been so long since she had known any other feeling but fear; but was she ready? She didn't know what feeling ready would actually feel like. Maybe she just had to trust Seb and take the plunge. With a nod, she did. She didn't want to leave, so she knew it was now or never. What do we do? she asked, as if it was as simple as coming up with a few steps.