[open] an abandonment; any

[Anath]

all these voices in my head get loud
i wish that i could shut them out
i'm sorry that i let you down

Anath gasps in delighted surprise when Malik calls forth a thin strand of light to mimic her gesture. It is not perfectly easy for him, she watches the boy concentrate and carefully create the light and it inspires unexpected confidence in her. Some things are not going to be easy.

Like figuring out how and what words to use in response to Malik’s easy chatter. The moments of standing there together move past in heartbeat increments and Anath feels like she is becoming ever more awake. “Yes. I… want to come with. With you!” Malik talks a lot, and Anath listens and tries to make sense of all of it but she knows that  above all she wants to be where he is going. Her mother’s quick exit has left a ragged reaching part of her looking for someone to bond with before the vacancy breaks something in her.

“What’s a shifter?” She asks, perhaps a little too slowly but quickly follows up. “A shapeshifter?” Anath does not believe that she is one, even without having a definition. It sounds like it might be okay that she isn’t one, but it seems very important to know what it is.

anath

let you down

@ Malik