Dragoncrest Cliffs the patron bird of the vore fetish

Mallaidh opens her mouth to explainbut finds her teeth clicking together. Étoille had been in a different situation but they still thought he was someone else, with different motives, and though she did not have anything against Drageda trying to be someone she’s not, she couldn’t shake it. Explaining it now when she knows better won’t make it any easier. It doesn’t matter anymore. Mallaidh is Mallaidh, now, and she knows herself as much as she’s going to.
 
“It’s okay, it’s not like you knew,” she says and turns away, looking ahead. It has always been her fault, hasn’t it? She should have spoken up well before now and maybe things would be different. Saying them know won’t change any of that. “I was just a scared kid.” No less scared, no less a kid, than she'd been before.