Kintla Flatlands i wanna know what good love feels like

@Issun

Although she was nearly finished with the task at hand, Dulce’s heart still weighed as heavy as before. There was a part of her that felt used, as though Maegi had taken advantage of her desperation and Nikan, her inexperience. Neither of them had done right in directing her on this mission, though she herself was the one who was truly to blame. After all, it was her consent that had started this mess. 

Dulce had since returned from her search for Pixie. The last stop for her to make was at Blackfeather’s doorstep; they could wait. She’d taken a moment to rest beneath the foreboding corpse of a tall oak, both to collect her thoughts and to hide from the high sitting sun.