Stone Circle every little lie in this world comes from dividing

maybe no one would come. solitude was a given these days, and it was a rare hour she came upon another. sure, she brushed fur with them from time to time, but as her headaches grew she’d become more reclusive without ever knowing it. 

called back to attention by his close inspection of her and hanging question, the girl’s expression darkened. ava felt ashamed of this inadequacy. pakasqa didn’t care. and accipitra, perhaps the most volatile of the bunch, would argue utility in being silent. 

but it was that new voice that scuttled back to the forefront of her mind, outraged by the unspoken insinuation in those words. 

those eyes, a vessel to the occupant therein unnamed, narrowed in resentment. 

just as it seemed she might not respond at all, she dipped her head once — but it was as if a great cable held her spine rigid, and it cost her pride to do so.