Blackfeather Woods i'll wait to be forgiven, maybe i never will

the tears that threatened to break the girl’s stern composure loomed; she was thankful then her thin back had been turned so maegi could not witness them. 

her retreat into the thicket continued, pausing at the drone of her sister’s voice. a prayer, weeks too late. astara’s smooth muzzle wrinkled in a contorted sneer of anguish, but the bullish girl refused to turn back, and only continued further into the mire.