I'll have it closed up, and heck yes another thread sometime would be awesome. x3 500+ words.
######Would there ever be a time when she wished that she could still stand beside her mother and know she belonged there? The idea was simply ludicrous, and Princess could not help but think that, while family might be the only thing you really have, she had severed her ties in the most complete way she could, and there was nothing that could ever be salvaged between her and her mother. Hopefully, the bond with her brother that had formed would not break, because having no one would shatter her completely, but there would never be a way for her to be close to the rest of her family. Her mother was out of the question, and everyone else was long gone, surely. Rarely had she even heard mention of her family members by her mother, though she did know a few of their names. It was possible that she could try and track some of them down, but she did not even know if she thought it would be worth the trouble. They all probably loved Tokyo, and now she was just like her brother in their mother's eyes - not worth the air she breathed, surely. It was a sad realization.
######The subject had made her uncharacteristcally quiet. In fact, much of their conversation had left her thinking instead of speaking, with the exception of the points when she was explaining things, or demanding an explanation. Evidently, talking with Anselm had actually made her think about the things in her life, instead of looking at the world with her normal bull-headed approach. It seemed like he had actually had an affect on her, and she doubted it was just because she had been shaken by the wolf from earlier. Such a thing tended to leave her mind very quickly, regardless. No, it seemed that she was actually fond of Anselm, and even looked up to him, if that was the appropriate way to express the way she viewed him. Her expression contemplative, Princess studied him as he shook out his fur, standing herself once he was finished. She had been right in guessing that he was wanting to leave, and she couldn't really blame her. She was just an adolescent girl, who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and gave the wrong wolf a bit of sass. He had helped her out, but she couldn't very well expect him to stay and talk with her forever. He probably had important things he had to do, anyway; he seemed like the type for important duties.
######"Thanks. I'd appreciate the escort, just incase,"
[/html]