(470) Aly is a sad panda. But she will soon become a mad panda. |: Soon.[/html]
She knew that something was definitely off when the sun king refused to meet her eyes for a moment, but she did not have time to point it out as he began to spoke. She blinked as she was suddenly handed the flowers with a few awkward words, and she gingerly took the bouquet from him with careful hands. While she appreciated it and thought the familiar blossoms beautiful, they worried her. A random gift of kindness could only sign that bad news was coming. This paired with Jazper's nervousness made her come to this conclusion. But, she grinned anyway, and murmured a thank you as she brushed one of the petals delicately.
She tried to ignore it, but she saw his fidgeting, and tried to remain distant. Yet, she picked it up anyway, and kept herself from over thinking. He stated that they needed to talk. Okay, she thought reassuringly to herself, her own voice sounding unsure, he just wants to talk about something. It's probably not even bad, she added. Maybe it was something about the pack, nothing more. But then again it didn't explain the flowers. Her mind tried to summon some sort of answer when Jazper blurted out it.
At first, she did not comprehend it. But, as he babbled on, explaining himself, she felt a pressure settle on her chest. It weighted her down, and she slowly fell to the bed, and she felt pinned down to the spot. While the blank look of shock colored her face, seeming as if words were simply flowing into her ears without being heard, every letter slapped against her like a sharp, cold wave against her mind. As he went on to say that Skye meant something to him, she slipped more under the current of thoughts that muddled her thinking. It then occurred to her why he went on that small trip. To see the Cercatori woman and their children. Thier children. The idea made her stiff. She did not know why she felt betrayed. Yet, she felt her heart being crippled.
She was silent for a moment. She went to stroke the flowers again, a motion she made to compose herself. "Are they fine?" she murmured, her voice quiet, eyes remaining on the colorful plants. While part of her felt... quite frankly, saddened by the news, she saw it as her being selfish. She and Jazper were close friends, but nothing more. Perhaps it would always be that way, part of her said. That thought also made her cringe. A friend would support him, tell him congratulations, hope for the best between the parents and children. But she could not rally any motivation for such things besides the simple question of their well being. Again she fell silent, guessing he would now leave her to her troubled thoughts then.
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