09-15-2022, 04:47 PM
Faust had heard Edith returned. The one who openly detested her, the one who harmed her, the one who fought with Maral ; the pseudo guardian of the young who flocked these woods. She could feel her fur ruffle on thinking of so, a clear temptation of rage that scorned across, and had to depart when she heard of this. Hiding, such displeasure of what was.. For what would one think of a child holding such ugly thoughts? Lectures and lectures, the looking of between Maral and Celnes hung over her head with the sadness of Teodora.
She would stay away, for the meanwhile. Formulating a revenge worthy, for the poison would never work, not that she wanted, not how it was on Isabella.. She was too weak to fight or anything — but even all that rage, one couldn't help wonder, why was Edith back?
Faust hung around The Queen's steps, mulling over her thoughts. They were some kind of ancient leftover ruins of some sorts, neither tree of correct stones that she knew by the rivers and waterfalls. Something that led even her tiny paws cleanly climb upon — a place where royalty rightfully sits, but usually her mother if she had to summon the pack. At the moment was alone, no one around except herself.. And climbing these stones. Crumbling as they will, she tried to step to the very top to clear some of swarming thoughts.
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