Dragoncrest Cliffs chanson

She came. He hadn't been sure if he should expect that she would, but his tail waved despite her expression. Ashlar warred with himself, equal parts delight in seeing a friend and the pain of knowing the sentiment was likely not shared. She did not look pleased.

But she did look pregnant. He'd come with that question and now he knew. Ashlar's eyes lowered.

Sorry. I jus... I wanted to see. I had to know. His voice was quiet with apology for all of the ways that he'd failed her. It was not his fault but it was not hers either. He regretted it, and he regretted that even now he couldn't fix it. She'd wanted him here but he could not come to stay.

If... if they're... if they're mine. I should tell. He finished, stumbling over the words. He'd felt so comfortable around her before but now her eyes burned him, stripping bare what he has done. What he was doing. I don't know what's right anymore.. He wanted to cry.