Blackbeak Bluff bon temps

And whilst forgiveness was what she sought after—begged for—it was not given to her. Instead, she was met by an insult, or at least what she perceived as one; was there a way to call someone spineless without having dastardly motives behind the words? Immediately, her head snapped back up and she found herself staring into his gaze, ears pressed flat against her skull. “I’m—I am not spineless,” she tried to argue, to defend herself, but even she did not believe the lies coming out of her mouth. Was that not the very same reason her sister had abandoned not only her, but their entire family? Had Airi not viewed them through the same eyes as this man now saw her? It had hurt to hear her sister speak so lowly of them but she’d wanted to believe that her words had been fueled by sorrow—the life of a vessel was a lonely one to lead, after all. But now, hearing yet another speak the same words, look at her the same way, she couldn’t stop herself from believing them.

“I’m not spineless,” she repeated, more so to herself this time than him. “I—we—are… we are dragons and dragons are not spineless. Mother said so—” Her entire life, she had been raised believing herself to be a dragon—a fierce creature, one not to be trifled with. She was told that she had to be responsible, to never lash out for that would risk upsetting the balance of the world as such a fiery wrath was unleashed. Kaori had believed these things, she’d never questioned them, and she certainly hadn’t challenged her teachings. Though by now, she should have known that the title of a dragon was one not assigned at birth, but earned over time—and she, as weak as she was, had most certainly not earned it.