Sun Mote Copse What a fool believes

Niamh's ears turned back when Phox seemingly resolved things- and like him, her thoughts immediately flew to the same question about Towhee. Whose side would she be on? Naturally, selfishly, Niamh hoped that Towhee would talk some sense into Phox- but unlike instances like this before, when Niamh had gotten into dramatic arguments and squabbles and run off to the alphas before, she wasn't going to turn and run to Towhee. She'd let Phox do that- she was his sister, after all...And it pained her to think that Towhee might somehow choose to empathize with her brother. Towhee had lost siblings...Surely, she knew what it was like to think someone was dead, and then to find out the opposite. 

"Guess so," She said, and meant to sound more satisfied than she did, but the fact of the matter was that she wasn't satisfied at all. Phox wasn't supposed to be this way. He was supposed to be on her side, no matter what, and it made her sulk to think that he'd chosen his own thoughts- and a promise he'd made to a child- over making her feel better. He couldn't have wanted her very much then, she thought, if he wasn't willing to admit that he was wrong, even if he wasn't truly wrong. She failed to see the fact that Phox wasn't a doormat. She failed to see that Phox was being noble by keeping promises he'd said he'd keep. All she saw was how those things, in that small situation, made her world miserable- and her world was the centre of her universe. If he wouldn't align himself with her self-riteous stars...Then he wasn't a part of her constellation. 

She thought she'd be able to walk away with her head held high, or maybe even with him in tow, continuing to apologize to her...But Phox wasn't some love-struck pup who was so in awe over her that he didn't see right past her pretty features to the flaws which were more deeply imbedded in her skin than her own fur was. When she looked into his one clear eye, she saw a reflection of herself, and in it, she looked differently than she'd always imagined. She wasn'ta treasure formed with polished gold- she was nothing more than a cape of beige and cream cast over a tall frame, cloaking its ugliness. And this reality tasted more sour than anything else she'd ever experienced.