Stavanger Bay i'm broken, do you hear me?

she shook her head. "no, not yet," she replied with a small smile. she wasn't sure what this journey would bring her. she wasn't really happy, and she certainly wasn't herself, but so far she'd met two wolves who were kinder than many she'd met her whole life. indie, the inky performer in the woods, and birk, the kind, forgetful soul at the bay. she'd remember them. she was healing, and though it was a process, they really helped the process.

"maybe a new constantine," she shared, bravely. constantine was her right hand, her best friend, and maybe something more. or maybe not, maybe another almost was exactly what aria didn't need.