[ooc] -- i thought you'd be there.
Someone come make Cercelee happy.
holding daisies, counting stars. -- [bic]
The welcoming committee had been just too much for her to take. Although she had not expected a warm reception in the slightest, Cercelee had not expected to find Laruku so distant either. It upsetting to see him in such a state, or rather a lack of any sort of state. He had been so unresponsive, his actions and words had seemed preprogrammed, automatic. And so, the moment after their encounter had ended, she fled the pack lands she had just been accepted back into. Just to clear her head, if she couldn’t clear the air between them. Such a shame, she thought, as Laruku was the only familiar face to her here, she had clung to his image as she neared the pack, as she waited for someone to greet her, and while it had indeed been the hybrid that appeared, their meeting had left female disappointed. Why? Cercelee hadn’t really spent that much time with him when she had been younger, but he had been the one to watch her for the short time she had resided in the pack as a pup. It was silly to hold onto such ideals, but Cercelee, the idealist she was, couldn’t completely shake the thought that Laruku meant something to her either.
Thus she found herself running from Clouded Tears, letting the fog die behind her. Oh, she’d return, but she needed to rest her mind. Although it had been quick and seemingly painless, her acceptance had tired her. Mentally at least. As a child she hadn’t explore much outside of Clouded Tears, aside from a few excursions with Coli, and so she hadn’t much of an idea of where she was headed. By the time she founded herself at the springs it was dark out, the moon just beginning to peak in the sky. Nimble paws picked their way around the rocks, her focus on just making it safely to the bottom of the slope so she could rest at the bottom of the falls. Once there she collapsed in a heap, close enough to the water that the sprays and mists from the water crashing into rocks, ground, and the river could be felt. Navy eyes slid shut and she stilled her breath, pretending to be dead, because one who is dead can not think, and Cer was done thinking for the day.
