Dawnlark Plains give me blood and rage and a heart for horror

As if reality syncs up with her mind, Sunspot gives her a light version of rejection and Cascada offers a weakened smile and slow wag of her tail. She feels the piercing behind the back of her eyes but a slow breath eases it out of mind. As much as she wants to throw this meeting into the failure bin, she holds her thoughts together and shrugs it off. Perhaps it is for the best, too, for she struggles to picture herself with another by her side. It’s a matter of time for Drogon doesn’t need her anymore anyway and she’ll be alone again.

“Okay,” she offers in return, though she doesn’t have anything else to say. “I’m not even sure where I’m going, heh,” she adds, awkwardly glancing away.