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She was a little braver now, time, comforting friends and her own growing confidence doing much to restore her back to herself, the way she had been before Liam had raped her and left her for dead near her brother's pack. Nate-river and Payne grew more and more every day and were about three months old now and beginning to become interested in the why and hows of the tribe around them. Nate was a lot like Frodo, curious and investigative, whereas Payne was more contained, she reminded Gemma of Giuseppe who thought of how every situation could benefit himself before taking action.
She was inside of her house taking care of the long length of wood that she used as her staff to perform the dances required of her. She rubbed it down to clean it of ash and other dirt first then she smoothed oils into it to help it burn better. Across from her sat on the floor was Light, he spent a lot of time around her now since her mauling, her protector. It was such a shame to her why she couldn't love him like she loved Matteo, it would make her life so much easier.
She stiffened as a call came. So did Light. They looked at each other and an unspoken agreement passed through them. Gemma was adamant whilst he was reluctant but she needed to do this, to do things like this if she were ever to regain her own independence and pride. So she stood, holding herself tall whereas a lot in her like she had cowered. They moved in silence together, the warrior male and the damaged woman. Her face had healed completely now and the red raw wound closed to the air but it still pained her sometimes if she moved the muscles in a certain way. But the injury would never fade just like her ear would never grow back, and distorted the left side of her face with sickening scars that made her cry every time she saw them. Her beauty destroyed forever.
A male stood before them, maybe she was assuming too much but he looked nervous about being there. She remembered him from when they had counted the crops and planted them. Taking it upon herself to speak first she took a step forwards and spoke, Osiyo, hello.
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