Stone Circle Woulda been gone like a wayward wind

She is glad to hear he isn’t leaving yet and she wags her tail several more times, but nothing more than that. The words seem heavier than usual and his expression doesn’t give her much to go by. How long of a trip did he need to go on to take Sunny and Dawn to see a few things? Her brows knit together in confusion as he explains just how long he’ll be gone; she droops her ears as she considers the length of time as best as she can. It mimics the length of time she spent away and she remembered how miserable she was for so long without those close by.

“You said—” she has to pause when a lump lodges in her throat, sucking back a breath to find the right words. Adeline clenches her jaw in tune with her pule in order to release the breath slowly and without out trembling. A few weeks, a month, is a long time and spring is around the corner. When she opens her mouth to speak, nothing comes out. Her mouth turns to cotton and she clicks her teeth back together, resisting the urge her legs are craving. It would be easy to turn and leave, to run away from him so she doesn’t have to be the one to hurt. Again.

Adeline closes her eyes to fight the pain that develops behind them. He gives her options and understanding and calmness and all she wants to do is rip apart her chest to pluck out her heart. Still, the girl cannot find the words and she balls up everything she feels into a mess of unpredictable electricity. “You said you’d take me to Silvertip,” she finally says, breathing as calmly as she can mask the explosion inside, “you said you wouldn’t leave.”