[M] crash, crash out of control

Myrika Tears · 06-28-2012, 07:15 AM

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Though the gesture was strange to Myrika, she returned it, wanting to reach out with her other hand and hug him. She dared not; until he left, in her mind, he was still her authority. She bit her lip at his words, looking away from the sharp golden-yellow eyes that seemed to see straight through her and to the bottom of her. Her smile was there, but it was uncertain, too. She did not believe this was true; she would struggle to even hold them together and struggle to hold her crown, but she dared not speak otherwise.

He spoke again and released her, and the hybrid's ears pressed firmly into her red hair, her muzzle dipping low. She tittered a nervous laugh and dug her foot into the ground, finally shrugging and nodding her assent. I will, she promised, though it might take her some time to fulfill that particular promise. She still wanted to hug him, but she held herself firmly in her place. I hope you'll be happy, wherever you are going, she said. She would not press the coyote about the where or why; this was not as important.

You'll come back someday, Kaena murmured at his shoulder, confident in her proclamation. Most do, someday or other. Her old woman's grin was fierce, and she reached past Myrika and embraced the once-Aquila in a hug, more bold than Myri herself had dared to be. Smiling to herself, the hybrid watched them a moment and looked down, contemplating her own fate quietly as the old woman said good-bye to her grandson.

Myrika is by Alaine!

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