Duskfire Glacier not kids no more

we are not in the wilds anymore. the revelation hits her like a wall of stone. guts her, as this entire time, ever since she stepped foot out of hrafn, she's convinced herself otherwise. 

convinced herself that he is still the same Faust she once knew, and that she was still the same wildling that rued beside him. 

it was easier to hold onto simpler times. a coping mechanism to protect her from the harsh realities she lives in. hfran is no longer, least not underneath the same rule. faust is no longer the childhood friend. blackfell, either. 

and she is not a child anymore. her eyes burn, her pride wounded and shattered. she did not want to swallow that pill...

but if she doesn't, she would lose him again. 

didn't she come here to reunite? to have him by her side again? 

she does not chase after him, when he leaves. she'd won the game, and she had enjoyed it. but now? it left a sour taste in her mouth. a weight in her chest. 

she is not a wildling anymore. and neither is faust. she snarls to herself; angry, hurt, confused. understanding now, of where she had stood. of the false life she wanted to lead.

and so she would sulk. mourn the loss, sweep up her broken ego, and piece herself back together in time.