Morningside Cuesta Ghosts make me twitchy

for a moment, bhediya had been able to forget about pygmalion. it was just her and sunny until it wasn't. he arrived in the middle of their conversation, as was to be expected. the next few hours would be spent wondering which part of it had been the final straw.

when she noticed his posturing and sunny's retreat, bhe stepped in front of him. stop it, she whispered, looking up at him with a pleading gaze, this is my son. in a way, she supposed that this was her child. he had no one, not even himself; having been a part of grayday, sunny was an extension of herself. until he was able to tell her otherwise, bhediya would be his mother and she would take care of him, even if from a distance.

seeing him back away pained the scout who stepped forward to meet him. i don't want you to leave, she begged, not like this. at least let me, or let us take you to your home. easthollow was where he'd come from; she doubted valette would turn him away like this.

there was a tension beginning to build. bhediya feared that sunny might flee, so she continued with a whispered joke, meant only for him to hear. don't worry about my mate, either. he's all bark. a smile teased at the corner of her maw, being dropped as she turned back to pygmalion.