The sun had just risen, and the female escaped from her makeshift den. It was little more then dug out hole in the new snow, settled between two large roots of a large coniferous tree, just as her Earthen-bound mother had taught her. Eyes blinked, and as she remembered that she was so very far from home Mati quickly shifted into her Optime form and began gathering the things she had taken from the city the day before. Finding Ehno’s little girl had taken her of track, and forced her to spend the night away from. But she had been adorable, and though she had felt resentment towards the actions of her mother Mati was nothing but excited about meeting her half sibling. At the time her mind had been filled with the idea of meeting Rio, but now she found that another female overtook her thoughts the moment she awoke.
The frames and other supplies were still tucked away in their wrappings and bags, and so the purple eyes girl gathered them up and headed in the general direction of home. The guilt of that day seemed never ending. And then there was the massive layer of confusion that had settled on her the moment that Cambi had come into her room, and even though she had thought that it would all just fade away like it had before. When she met Rikka, and now that Ares was gone her feelings for them had been nothing but a lit flame that quickly burned out with a fizzle. But this, it was intoxicating. It filled her mind, overtook her thoughts and only with a distraction as large as meeting a half sibling could distract her. But it was only a moment of relief.
The Church woman wanted to be home, wanted to be back in her bed and because her mind knew no other thought; to see which frames would be best for the painting. The ground was not as comfortable as the Manor, and she felt a bit of weariness at the thought of the journey home. But then, there was the painting. A painting that she had made for her, of her. It was good, or so the artist hoped and if it wasn’t she didn’t know what she would do. It had taken hours, nights of sleeplessness and days locked away in the studio. It was only the second day outside, the first spent traveling to the city and now she just wanted to get back. But at the same moment she dreaded the idea of walking into the Manor and facing someone she knew she had hurt.
Someone that she liked, more then anyone else and someone she couldn’t imagine ever trying to hurt. How horrible has she been? Mati trudged through the snow, a frown plastered on her face and unknowing consuming her. She didn’t see the root that caught her foot and sent her forward, the contents of her hands breaking her fall. She cursed, looking at the ground and seeing one of the frames broken in two. The female looked at it, paws reaching out for it and holding the wooden pieces. It had been her favorite, the one she was certain would be the one to surround Cambi’s painting. Still she had others, and yet the fey was on the verge of crying as she looked at the broken wood. How had she let this happen, and why did it effect her like this? On the brink of tears.