Bramblepoint Make it after all

She watched, then, wordlessly, as he responded to her attempt. What started out as merely a murmur became sharp, pointed. Georgia moved, then. Hoisting herself off the log, her paws meeting the grasses that surrounded it. Seems ya have some thinkin' to do, she said. some self-searchin' gotta happen, or somethin'.

Georgia walked a few steps forwards, then, before she turned her head to face him. She searched his one good eye, before her own flittered to the empty socket. Her tone was gentle when she spoke next: Ya said ya wanted to know who'd wounded my bleedin' heart? She took a breath, then.

Everyone I've ever known, hun'. Everyone hurts, 'n' that's why you gotta know when to run. Her voice carried a sense of finality, and she scanned Stark one last time before she turned, padding through the forest with careful, quick steps.

exit georgia!!