10-23-2020, 06:35 PM
Sierra growled at his response. It wasn't that he was helping her. It wasn't even that they were in strange places. Sierra didn't know why there was even a little hint of jealousy at all in her voice. She didn't even know Tristan. And whatever she though of the connection they shared, it obviously meant little to him.
She felt the burden of people weighing heavily on her soul. Dealing with even others like her seemed to be fruitless at times. The wolves were so much simpler. But her thoughts were interrupted by the faint response of the woman who had taken up residence on their shared room's couch. There was recognition and wonder in her voice, and maybe a little bit of fear. The fear smelled harsh in contrast to the other emotions. Tristan offered his name, and asked if she fell, but Sierra found at the moment that she didn't care. The two leg was up and moving and talking -- she'd be fine.
Sierra grabbed her only bag in her fury and pulled the deer skin coat around her shoulders. She gave the woman an apologetic smile. "I'm glad you are up and about and well." She turned to Tristan. "I'm going for a walk." But the storming out the door was stalled as Sierra had to turn back to the room and wait for Never to finish his good-byes to Breona. He knew it might be the last time they'd see each other. It all depended on Sierra's mood after she started walking. And at the moment she could walk all the way back to Moscow before she cooled down.
She felt the burden of people weighing heavily on her soul. Dealing with even others like her seemed to be fruitless at times. The wolves were so much simpler. But her thoughts were interrupted by the faint response of the woman who had taken up residence on their shared room's couch. There was recognition and wonder in her voice, and maybe a little bit of fear. The fear smelled harsh in contrast to the other emotions. Tristan offered his name, and asked if she fell, but Sierra found at the moment that she didn't care. The two leg was up and moving and talking -- she'd be fine.
Sierra grabbed her only bag in her fury and pulled the deer skin coat around her shoulders. She gave the woman an apologetic smile. "I'm glad you are up and about and well." She turned to Tristan. "I'm going for a walk." But the storming out the door was stalled as Sierra had to turn back to the room and wait for Never to finish his good-byes to Breona. He knew it might be the last time they'd see each other. It all depended on Sierra's mood after she started walking. And at the moment she could walk all the way back to Moscow before she cooled down.