Word Count :: 300+ Liliya needs to start meeting some packmates and realizing it's not so bad. Silly melodramatic Russian!
This had to end. Liliya didn’t know what to do with herself. The Russian had been sulking about Salsoa for days, going mostly unnoticed by the majority of her now fellow pack mates. It was what she wanted; she desired to fly beneath the radar, to go unnoticed by everyone. If that could happen, then perhaps by some divine edict this could all still be erased – Verusha wouldn’t be a slave anymore, and she would be on her way to find her family. It was an awful tease, and some part of her knew she shouldn’t keep fooling herself. Trying to cling so desperately to hope was only prolonging her pain. She should give in, she knew, but the dulling flame fueled by her Russian blood wouldn’t let her give in, not just yet.
For days she did her best to carry her weight. She wanted to make the charcoal woman happy, so she helped with the chores and brought in as many fish as she could catch from the river, but today Lady Pictou had not been so giving. Time after time she felt that familiar tug on her pole, only to find an empty hook, but it wasn’t until the string snapped back with no hook on its end did Liliya lose it. She swore like a Russian pirate and threw her pole to the ground, abandoning it where it lay by the river.
Frustrated, she stalked away from the river. She didn’t know where she was going, she just kept walking, walking… Her arms folded across her breast, she moved through the afternoon sun, barely paying attention to her surroundings. It wasn’t until she saw a dilapidated old shack that had crumbled to the ground long ago that she stopped. Far off in the distance she could see a body of water, and the very sight of the churning blue bay instantly relaxed the young sailor woman.
The longing in her eyes was plain. How dearly she wished she could sail those waters right now. They could take her so far away from here. She wouldn’t even mind if she didn’t have a vessel… she could just dive in and swim… swim until the sea swallowed her whole.
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