misty eyes and teardrops
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She smiled at the once stranger who was fast becoming a good friend. She wasn't for certain how long it would take Deuce to warm up to him but she knew in time that it could happen... in a long long time.. with something short of a miracle. She smirked at the thought and nodded once more. "Yes, someone needs to speak their mind around here. I don't care who I am, sometimes the blunt honest truth is the best cure." She wasn't for certain how in the world his slipup had done it but she was already feeling better, like half the weight she'd been struggling under hand just vanished. She knew now what it was like being a leader with everyone looking up to you.. but she hadn't realized that leadership could be a lonely road. She was glad her packmates had enough spunk to ignore certain traditions when it came down to it. She hoped that if it came between rescuing her hide and a child someone would have enough sense to let her rest in peace knowing the babe had lived.

She watched him with amusement at he struggled to try and get through explaining his lack of experiance with mateships and the whole nine yards. Raising a brow to matc his own as his words turned a bit poetic and mushy she chuckled. "Keep talking like that and you'll learn all about love and everything else that follows." Her sun shot blue eyes turned away from Jefferson for a moment as she laughed at his comment on the name of their lands. "If we called it that, you could expect to learn about scandal and gossip too." she turned back to him, mischief just a slight glimmer in her eye as she accused, "Or is that what you're looking for?" She could already imagine the rumors flying.. she didn't even stop to mention to Jefferson that that packlands weren't even named after her past mate, but the concept of the mystological phoenix and the rebirth after rising from the ashes of yesterday. Who would want to hear such dreamy wishy washy bullshit.


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