Otatso Wetlands You can break me if that's what you want

As far as I knew he is doing fine, He didn't ask about the woman, Nemesis, who was the mother of Kove's youngest litter. Were they not on speaking terms? She was rather harsh at best, after all; perhaps he had done something, something minor, to aggravate her. He would not be surprised. Nor did he ask about his younger siblings, of which were already fantastic characters within their own rights. Perhaps he figured they would be ok by default.

Whatever it was, something, something painful, pushed the young man away from the Woods. It was still a point of embarrassment and shame, whatever it was. He was annoyed when the crimson irises were directed towards the ground, rather than to him. Look at the person you are speaking to, He wished for his opinion, yes? Then why couldn't he meet his eyes? Was it because they reminded him too much of Meldresi, the woman he was afraid of disappointing. Miraak frowned; they still could not remove the association, the familiarity. You must have had a good reason to leave the home you've treasured for so long. My sister was nothing if understanding. He paused for a moment, a memory fleeting through his brain. He snorted a soft laugh. I cannot remember ever seeing her be angry. It was nearly impossible to rile her up, It was not without lack of trying, however. Nothing seemed to phase her; the best anyone could do was frustrate her.