Jade Fern Grove not what i consider winning

a rage that must've been suffocated for many, many months errupts from his father — for a moment it was if a fire had ignited his eye, how brightly it shone. ghelan's own anger accepts defeat, unsure of how to respond other than the flattening of his ears.

silence is his shield, he hides behind it as he finds the best response. 

i know. thats why i came. you.. you hurt. enough.. he mumbles. you've been punished enough. i'm sorry.

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