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No emotion flickered across her face. While her words were honest to a fault, she had to be credited when it came to her appearance; so many feelings, most of them along the lines of being depressed, were well hidden. She nodded vaguely as the man confirmed the pups' security, supposing that was good. As for the last part... She forced herself to look at it in a formal way. A way she would have to view things now that she was a Luna--no longer could she think with her heart at all times, bold and biased. This was his children, it was his duty as a father to visit them. Otherwise he would be hurting them if he stayed away from the Artisans as they grew. She would not allowed herself to see it as anything else, as nothing more, trying her best to bar her mind from stray thoughts. Yet, there were a few leaks in her defense, and soon she succumbed to her thoughts once more.
She saw from the slight of her vision that he was shifting around again, but did not bother to look up. Even when he knelt before her, she continued to ignore him for th most part. Born and raise in a clan that were animalistic as possible, she did not have the faintest idea of what he was doing, and was still lost when he began to speak. Though she felt the urge to look away when he sought her with his own gaze, she allowed her sea foam eyes to linger on the man's golden. As he went on to say what she assumed was wrong, that he wasn't in love with Skye, she, selfishly, felt a little better, but now completely confused. She furrowed her brows, the first of any emotion to come across her face, as he stated he was in love with someone else. She listened and watched as he revealed his feelings for her and the ring. The gem sparkled beautifully, and she stared at it for a moment.
She raised her head a bit, a degree enough for the Sole to view her without having to bend over awkwardly to look at her. A brief moment had passed, a small beat, and then she spoke. "Get out." She was quiet, a whisper in the silence. Realizing this, she grimanced even further and stated louder, with more anger coloring her words. "Get out, now." She didn't yell, but she felt like she was screaming anyway. So many thoughts, so many emotions battled within her, wanting to be spoken for, but there were so many, she turned to frustration. She rose, more of a jerk than a graceful rise, and stood before the crouched man. "Leave me, and take that ring with you."
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