Moonsong Glacier Black ice.

jr watches her mother's ptero, reading it with a soft frown at her lips. it was true that dutch wasn't a bad guy; and his desire to learn ptero from her had made her feel included. but so had ariadne and now ... —

-i know,- jr signs with a soft sigh. -doesn't change that i agreed to be led by ariadne, not dutch.- she admits, ears flattening against her skull for a moment in thought; in guilt. -moonsong is so new. too new for this to ok.- at least, this is how jr sees it.

skewered as it was by her own beliefs and thoughts; by her bitterness and resentment and the imagined sting of betrayal.