Ocean's Breath Plateau all these talking heads are blurred in violet hues

something inside of red leaf snapped.
she was angry, so angry. cen had abandoned her here only days after her birth to hunt with another woman. a woman neither of them truly knew. he'd hardly even so much as spared a glance at the son he had forced her to carry.
and now he had the gall to stake his claim, to try and shoo a village woman for simply wanting to help.
the red eyes cool to ice, to stone. she sniffles as she stares at him, unyielding; we will speak later, he says, but would they? or would he simply — go back to your 'cousin'.
coolly, she turns to ignore him now, granting the moontide woman space where he did not. she mouths a quivering apology, stealing a soft, dewy glance when her face is shrouded by shadow so her husband may not see it.