in the echoing silence i shiver each time that you say

[scinlae]

Date & Time: May 8th, evening.
Location: Near some silly place that sells tea.
Characters: A bitter witch (scinlae) and her failure guard (sharpe).
Summary: Someone is getting yelled at in person, because it makes her feel better.
Warnings: Probably none, will change is needed.

[ (I cannot, I cannot forgive, he left me. He left.)

She slipped from her lodgings in silence, though her efforts were truthfully in vain. The wolf would know of her exit for certain, the girl likely to know as well. Neither of them are heavy sleepers, it is hard to be when your sleep is plagued with nightmares. But, she will not need to explain, the girl will not ask many questions to why she stole away in the night with a hiss on her breath.

Morgana herself already has difficulties trying to make sense of it, she doubts her ability to explain her actions to the girl.

The journey between the Transport Housing and her destination blurs, her thoughts too consuming to allow her to see or understand. Her feet knew where to go so she followed them, dark cloak draw to herself to protect her from the elements. The anger still boils in her veins, mind spinning with both anger and relief. She had worried for him and cursed him in the same breath. Allowed herself to cling to a hope that he was well, but all that did was shroud her fury- until it finally boiled over.

('I know I should've been here instead.')

When she sees the building in question she stops, faint memories of the tea quickly overshadowed with the need to see him. There is much he must answer for, much she must say before the rain washes it from her. ]