Wapun Meadow ❝a kiss cannot reach her through the incrusting ivory.

Her ears felt as if they were engulfed in flame at his ultimate response; a rare snarl of her own wracked her muzzle, then, less towards him and moreso at the taunting of her head against her heart: Look at what you’ve done. In that moment, it didn’t matter how she had been focusing on the children, how she had been, slowly, moving from her worries.

She knew he was only raising them with her; knew to not worry over every breath Verx took. But today, not only had she shirked mothering, but... perhaps she’d gone too far, herself. Perhaps she’d finally turned to tatters whatever had begun to mend between her and Verx. Look at what you’ve done. 

Where Vercingetorix departed at a slower pace — Aure swept right on by him, keeping utterly silent for the rest of the trek, and feeling utterly repulsive in her own shame. “Goodnight” was a strained, pathetic little breath. Her trot soon became a lope, and in the end, she did them both the service (well, what she believed to be) of leaving him behind entirely. Even when she reached the Falls, she did not stop, heaving for air, until she was at her thicket.

Look what you’ve done, look what you’ve done, embracing her mind, her frivolous heart as she greeted her open-eyed children with faltering words and smiles; Vonn was excused without either.

No matter how she preened over Dragomir and Isilmë, regardless of how much she smiled for them, for all the others, the desolate peal of Look at what you’ve done blotted the edges of her mind. So, Aure did what came naturally to her, in the end: she isolated herself, and withdrew from herself.

wanna wrap this up?? or