| 594 She had looked beaten the times Mew had seen her, and as she spoke of leaving, of living alone, Mew again got that feeling. She'd used to think that nobody knew what it was like to be alone but her. Her and "other" orphans, yet she had never been a true orphan. There were vague memories of white warm fur engulfing her, and the smell of her mother. Now, she looked more beaten than ever, as if the responsibility of the world's wellbeing was on her mind, dragging her down. Forcing her into solitude. Mew wished she would share it with her, because now that she was done acting like a spoilt brat, or a disobedient teenager, she really did want to get to know her mother. But perhaps she sensed that, and perhaps this was too private, or too complicated, to share. It wasn't the time, but hopefully she unerstood that there was will to understand in her daughter's heart now. Instead of distrust and grudge. Her touch was returned, and Mew studied the silver irises staring sadly at her. She was relieved to hear the reply, but still she worried. She worried about Inferni, and how easy it was to see that Colibri was her mother. They were so alike, the pelt was the same, and the build almost. From a distance they could perhaps be mistaken for each other. It meant that - if Inferni had learnt of what had initially set Haku off - she would be more unsafe than the rest of them. Should they learn the truth about it, which was not hard to figure out if they spoke to Asphyxia - which they unlikely hadn't - Colibri would be in danger for something she had nothing to do with. Not that she was defenseless or anything like that, but Mew was worried nonetheless. Hell, she was even worried about Haku, even though she knew very well that he was perfectly able to take care of himself. She was just like that, probably. The femme didn't say anything to comment on her mother's words, and didn't intend to do so either, until her brother was mentioned. She didn't directly say that Haku was dangerous, words others had found so easy to speak, but she implied it. She hinted at there being sides of him she should watch out for, and having heard so much about him lately, she knew what it meant. So many people meant that he was in the wrong, and she'd noticed nothing herself. Was her affection for him blinding her? Or perhaps he kept his face too well for her. Perhaps everyone else were wrong, but it was unlikely. Her mother wouldn't serve her a lie once the two finally spoke openly? Surely not. Every time her brother was mentioned, this would be mentioned. The possibility of him being a threat to her. She did not know what to believe, but she knew that she would take it seriously. Friendly cautiousness couldn't hurt, especially when he didn't notice it anyways. It was about watching how she spoke of him to others, it was about hiding her worry of this apparant darker side of him. She looked to her mother with a calm gaze, trying to ensure that she knew her daughter had understood the meaning of her words. The smallest of smiles was playing on her lips, but the young female wasn't exactly happy. It was just there to make sure she was understood. I've heard of that. Don't worry, I've got my eyes on him. |
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