Heron Lake Plateau Operation black light.

Slut-shaming - that was a direct hit. Wraen fell silent, comprehending, what had just been said. Wanted to feel wronged and misunderstood. Instead she felt worse. A hypocrite. Funny, how easily it is to give out permission, when you did not think that they were ever going to be fulfilled. It was true - she had given Towhee rights to breed. She had imagined her to be honest and open about this. She had thought of her doing like everyone had - finding a suitable mate, settling down, asking a permission again.

But she had not imagined her doing it like this. 

Lying.

Going behind her back.

"You screwed a good friend of mine, Towhee," Wraen told her and she realized that for, whatever reason, she felt Arcturus's heartbreak as keenly as it was her own. She could forgive the first two arguments, but the third one was that mattered to her the most. It was easy to chastize an unknown bitch that had wronged her friend, but it was so much different, when this person had a face and name of a person you had trusted. To see the anguish in the Ostrega boy's face and realize that it was your co-leader-to-be that had caused so much pain.

"I did not know that you were capable of treating other people as things," she said, now quiet, eerily calm. She looked over her shoulder at the man that still not had left, but paid no mind to him. The Sovereign turned back to meet Towhee's eyes and hear something, anything that would make it right again. Tell her that it was not true.