WC:272
The bitter woman could smell blood and not just any one’s blood it was the blood of Aeron, the second female to hurt her. That’s right second. Charm loved once before her and she was left high and dry for an old mate that had left the black lady once before. Then there was Aeron the second chance at something real, at something that she could be loved and cherished and she could return that love to her back. Yes Aeron was that last chance at love, the total last ditch effort at trying to be happy. It was something that ran from her mother. Destined to die unloved, unwanted, and unable to have that one on one relationship.
The female pushed her walking stick into the ground digging it in as she pushed her thinned out body over top of it. She had aged faster than her body was ready for, days upon days spent crying, and being sick made the body give in and start shutting down. The she Sawtooth still cried over Aeron every night, and every day she would be sickened over food.
”Aeron…wha…” She stopped lowering her head as she shook her brides to be in front of her sunken in face. ”Well what do we have here? Looks to me like someone finally beat a warrior whose swollen head out ranked her own skill level!” and there was the Charm that she had become. She was cold, bitter, and distance. She didn’t want to find love again, she didn’t want anyone to think that she could be able to love or even worthy of being loved.