Deepwood Weald parabol & parabola

so sorry about the shitty post 

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It seemed to Uma that the female was crumbling. A disheartened demeanor came in the wake of Uma's gentle cruelty, and being that this had been her goal from the beginning, she decided not to push anymore. If she could help it. At the very least, she would not push as hard. The shame which came over the girl's gorgeous sunset orbs was almost too much to bear; it could have softened the most hardened of hearts. A weakened answer followed, though through her tones it became apparent that Feyre felt quite strong and confident in... whatever it was that she was talking about.

Uma's tail carelessly thumped the tree beside her. That sounds profound, sweet girl, she cooed. But what does that even mean? that you simply talk to yourself all the time? Uma was on a roll and there was no stopping her now. Perhaps you should seek a pack to join. That way, you will have someone to talk to, always. Other than... yourself. Uma tilted her pale head, now thoroughly intrigued. 

But I want to know... What is it that you talk to yourself about? It was ordinary enough to mention a note or two aloud when one found oneself alone; particularly if a curse word was in order. But Uma, right or wrong, believed there was more to it in Feyre's case.