Stone Circle What can break me has a name

her brothers.
her brothers, not her. venom bubbles up inside astrid's veins, a curdling, cold kind of anger that she had never felt toward skáld before. skáld, too, her brother; her kin; he knew her better than most did, and yet here she was, chewed up and spit out.
you call me selfish? her fur bristles as she takes a thundering step forward; bi-toned eyes misty with a piercing iciness. i don't deserve it because i speak the truth, is that it, skáld? i can't believe this! ha! haha!
she inhales sharply as her gaze wanders disapprovingly to her brothers. her chest aches with an arching feeling of betrayal. do you agree with him? you do, don't you? none of you have ever liked me. the only one who ever even cared about me was pabbi. a softness lingers for ujurak; her chin wobbles as she stares at him. even you, hugljúfur? you wouldn't let me lead beside you?
a terribly brash thought leaps into her mind. if he does not speak for her now, she will have no choice but to leave. she decides then that she will not stay where she is not wanted.