Honeyed Pasture oh, the river

do you think they miss us?
maggak grew solemn, suddenly, shifting to peek out at the endless stretch of indigo above them. sometimes i feel like... i don't know, like they're so wrapped up in other things, they can't be bothered to entertain us.
like after you got attacked by that-- that thing, her lip curls up at the mere memory of it. and the brecheliant wolves followed us home. anaa got angry with me for not wanting them there, when it was one of their people who hurt you.
and-- i just feel like i'm never gonna be what she wants me to be, she rolls over to rest her head against the grass, turned away from acrux; she felt the stubborn sting of tears at the corners of her eyes and refused to let him see it. i'm not her. i'm not anânsiak. i feel like you're the only one who actually likes me for who i am.