Arrow Lake pronuntio

“I wanted to see you,” she returned in kind—shaken, still, by the cold manner he still held with her. In the capacity of friendship, he had offered, and she realized in that moment that whatever feelings she was seeking to press down from the surface was one-sided, and she gave a gentle nod, her smile tightening.

“I think… it best we no longer meet like this, Imperator.” Her mind aflutter—willing herself to simply say goodbye to the man and leave it at that. Oh, but she grew so tired of being the pin cushion to so many… and this time was no different.

“I’m so glad in our friendship I was able to help you in your time of need. To provide you with hope,” she began, her voice cracking, her chin notching up even further in her own sense of stubbornness.

“But you see… Reyson has promised to show me that not everyone bends to the will of spring and gives in to their urges. That trust and love can be real.”

“And when I look at you… Well, if he were to look and feel the same way to another woman, I think it would break my heart…”

She shifted—she wanted to flee. She would force herself to leave this with a true resolution—and so she tipped her muzzle in the direction of the steadfast soldier. All she could do was pretend this very conversation was not shaking her to her core, despite the fact her poker face had never been her strength.