Swiftcurrent Creek No one loves the broken one

Inkeri had lowered her head back down, eyes downcast. The sound whisked away on the tails of the wind. She sighed. But she was struck from her melancholy, by a dog beast coming towards her. Long hair, white.

She lifted her head and met his gaze for a moment. Her thoughts racing, had he answered her howl. It hadn't meant to be answered, she simply had needed to let the sad song out of her head and her heart.

She did however, quickly avert her eyes and she gave a gentle shake of her head. No, but i've never been. Been. She winced at her mimcry. There it was raising it's ugly head to wind around her words and her soul. Another small point that she was broken, would always be broken.

I am Inkeri. Inkeri. She spoke softly, windswept the name away, she wasn't even sure if he could here. Her accent winding around it as well.