Stavanger Bay Smoking Embers

the seawolf gave a tiny nod. it wasn't exactly what she meant but the more the duo spoke, the more it confirmed what the fractal suspected. 

"ia - iaghe," she whispered, interrupting gently when the ochre male introduced her. it was stuttering, clumsy. heat rose to her cheeks, the sound of aeriön echoing in her damaged ears even if the memories still played hide and seek. 

waves crashing. crows calling. salt on her tongue. 

it was not unlike this place that had brought the trio together. 

a shiver rolled through her, gaze drawn from the wolves of summer and autumn she'd found herself drawn to and out to the sea in the near distance. 

was it the deep that had done this? 

she assessed fleurette again curiously, wondering.

her ears pinned self consciously, skin prickling and itching to find both sets of eyes upon her maimed flesh. another glimpse of her patchy tongue as she licked her lips, paws prancing as she shifted indecisevely. 

her gaze trained fixedly, pointedly, to the earth as she settled upon her haunches -- waiting, wishing, they'd look anywhere else. 

fire. nar.

she knew that word. 

hated the way it made them look at her. 

hated worse that she was broken enough to be stared at in such a manner.

owlish periwinkles snapped to lock upon the sundrop, brow furrowing to see such pain on her face. 

sorry.

sorry sorry sorry.

"i'm sorry -- it won't happen again. please, i won't do it again!"

the spectre blinked back the memory with a heavy swallow -- the bile it brought with it too.

wrenching herself out of the past that murmured from the void, the winterborne tiptoed forward. 

she nosed the summer girl's cheek, a wordless sound of comfort escaping her lips.