Dragoncrest Cliffs let me tell you that I saw your boyfriend walking down the street

sobielle, naturally, questions saint's vague response.

she doesn't really know ... beyond what her older siblings had shared with her but she questions whether she can believe their words which had once settled into her chest like home but she now wonders if that was just something sinister taking up space in the illusion of home.

of truth.

a soft sigh. no place vas home. saint chooses more specific words this time but remains vague. there is no point in rehashing her failures, nor the past. nyet, the word is harsh though she does not mean it to be so.

had listener, the title she'd been groomed to inherit. but the mantle settles over her shoulders all wrong; like rot creeping into her. vas not good mother.