Redsand Canyon For me to walk away

Towhee said it so easily. Fennec wished she could just accept it, but she didn't understand how her mom let them go so easily. It didn't matter that he'd made her feel like garbage when they fought, or miserable a good portion of their mateship. When she remembered, she cycled through the good times at the start and wondered where the fuck she'd screwed up enough to lose it.

The change in track threw her off. She almost replied 'I don't know' automatically, but instead she forced herself to take a minute and breathe and actually think.

What do you genuinely enjoy? She couldn't recall the last time she enjoyed anything.

She had picked up healing to feel useful and as a way to get into Moonspear... chasing him. She didn't dislike it, but she wasn't sure she enjoyed it either. It was a necessity she'd been pushed into and one she'd at least stopped resenting. Fighting was a good way to let off steam, but did she enjoy it? No. There was an easy way to tell what she enjoyed. What did she continue to do when she was happy?

When was the last time you were happy?

I think I enjoyed fortune telling, when I started. But now I don't know. It just feels like lying. And lying didn't have the same charm it used to. She enjoyed being a parent, but that was out of the picture. As her list ran dry, Fennec admitted defeat. I don't know, anymore. Maybe it had been too long since she'd had to care to find out.