Ouroboros Spine old habits die screaming

Vairë listened with a silent, still face. She may as well have been stone.

Then, she sighed, and let the tension flow from her body.

I will not lie to you, cloudwater woman. I find I cannot. She rose her gaze to meet her sister’s.

I am half the woman our anaa is. I am ashamed of it, but I live with it. There is want in me to forgive you, and for us to move on. But the part of me that is angry, she speaks loudest right now. She says you have meant to hurt. She is not rational in this, but she is loud. Here, she turned pleading.

I ask that, in this, you give me time. In time, she will quiet, and I will walk that bridge between us with open heart and wide arms. Until then, I do not know.