Swiftcurrent Creek At the ballet

Arlette hadn't expect the outburst from Arric. Clearly the young girl got on the man's nerves. She could get it but she was also young. Perhaps... She had lacked in raising Cygnet, too caught up on wanting to win over her heart instead of actually raising her. Arlette knew of the attack, and that it hadn't being according to sparring rules. She had believed Arric, but she had also seen the injuries Cygnet had. They had been severe.

Arlette felt a little torn. As if she was pulled by both of them in a different direction. Arric seemed to say what he wanted to say and then leave. Arlette frowned as it wasn't the way to communicate. He just unloaded everything and then just left. "Arric, wait..." Arlette watched him leave though. She felt her heart flutter, and it wasn't in a good way. He just... left? Her ears flopped back, disappointment laced her face.

Arlette's ear instantly caught the whisper. The word. She looked at Cygnet who had only been mute so far. Arlette almost startled a little. She turned to face her, her blood red eyes on the female staring down. Arlette remembered the wounds on both of them. "Injuries don't lie," she returned quietly. She lifted her chin a little. Cygnet's behavior always seemed possessive of her around Arric. She wasn't a fool.

"You are both at fault," she spoke to Cygnet. "You shouldn't have attacked Arric in the way you did. But Arric also shouldn't have injured you as much either," she spoke. She did dislike that Arric just left. Now they couldn't talk about it. He was giving the wrong example. She was thinking how best to resolve this conflict between them. If it was ever going to be resolved. "Cygnet. Can I ask... Do you consider me as yours?," she asked, voice calm. "Yes or no is fine."