Wild Berry Meadow Meet me on the court

It was impossible to answer a question with only half of one perspective. There was a fraction of Dulce's life at the beginning in which she was surrounded by family, having either an aunt or uncle, a parent, a cousin -- someone at her side at all times. As per tradition, once she'd mastered the hunt of small prey, Dulce was given the freedom to choose her own path, and she'd chosen one of solitude. Of course, that was years ago, and most adolescents would've done the same; responded without thinking about the consequences of that choice.

All of that is to say that Dulce didn't have an answer. It wasn't good enough to just tell the truth and admit that she wasn't sure, but she didn't want to jump the gun again and get herself into two messes. She bit at the inside of her cheek, brows knitting together in discontent. What else is there? she asked, voice soft but demanding. A moment passed before her gaze relaxed again. Alone is okay. It was okay, in that it was something Dulce was comfortable with. If the other option were no better, than she decided that her current routine would do just fine.