your cold day in the sun

[Ryan de le Poer]

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They don't tell you what to say
when your whole life has gone to hell.

She could not get over how comforting his presence was, but also, how much of a mistake this seemed to be. DaVinci had warned Ryan not to "make a big fuss over mother". She had agreed, but naively. She hadn’t expected this kind of reception and maybe she should have known better than to trot into these packlands, regardless of DaVinci by her side. Inferni carried a stigma, she knew that. Maybe it would have been best to keep this love secret.

"DaVinci," she whispered into his side, running her fingers through the fur on his chest as an added means of comfort while her other hand remained clasped in his. "Maybe I should go," she added in an even smaller voice. She was frightened that even in her passive state, that Iskata was a powerful woman and would keep a stern opinion. Maybe it was best not to bug her anymore.

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