Silverlight Terrace Drop Dead Diva

Vela inhaled sharply when she was called a jerk. She was and she hadn't been treating Wraen kindly it was true. Vela scowled at her feet. She wasn't using it as an excuse. "It is not an excuse. It is just that the pain is hurting so much and I don't know how to deal with it," she groaned. "Everyone around me is sad and hurting. No one is really functioning around me. It is just...." What was it really? She was angry. So angry she never got to see her dad. Angry at herself that she left. Angry that she was selfish enough to want to explore the world. But also immensely sad. Her family was falling apart and there were so many emotions she was not used to dealing with. It left her in a mess of confusion.

"I don't mean to be a jerk to you but I don't feel very nice or positive at the moment," she stated, clearly conflicted. Pleasantries were not something that was her first priority. "How do wolves deal with this?," she growled.