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The copper toned woman came back at him verbally, her words were fierce and fast. It was like she were scolding the male, she told him that he was useless to them without a spine and he needed to stop being a wimp. Wimp? No spine? She left the Dasa stunned and confused at her retort. He wasn’t exactly sure what he’d said to her that would set her off and cause her to treat him in such a way. She was touchy, obviously on edge and apparently very bothered.



The golden woman continued on by telling the half and half that Io left because of her, the woman had also left her own child behind with Aeron. Apparently Io was a better parental figure than the ex-assassin, she was just the bread winner in their relationship, and not cut out to raise children. She seemed enraged as she spoke, her eyes screamed anger, pain, misery, and they were filled with unhindered emotion. The way she treated Io was almost like a drug, as if she wouldn’t be able to do it without her. Aeron spoke about canines named Luc and Wraith and a place called inferni. His eyes went wide in realization, she had other children that she left behind in her prior home, a place and individuals he knew nothing about. Things in Mido’s head just started to click, one event after another in perfect sequence. It all made sense now, granted he knew much more about her he wasn’t going to completely understand her.



She seethed; hitting the fence post she snarled the word worthless escaped her mouth. He wouldn’t be able to solve her problem; he wasn’t a parent nor had been. But what the golden woman might need more than anything was just someone to talk to and someone to let out on, her kids were young and couldn’t understand what she was dealing with. He wasn’t really sure what to say to her, at a loss for words really. He didn’t want to say something that may upset her even more and have her beat him. Then again maybe it would make her feel better if she kicked his ass. He watched the kids, not so much playing anymore, their mothers emotions danced like an out of control fire, you could just feel her tension. Taking his eyes of the two pups he tilted his head and gave the female an inquisitive and welcoming look. Sorry, it sounds like you’ve had it pretty rough. He stuck his arms behind his head and sighed deeply. So what’s the plan Aeron? His only intention was to make her feel better. If he could get her to be calm and think she may come around. Personally he felt she didn’t need anybodies help, she could do it on her own. She was strong enough without Io, or so he thought.



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