She had been exhausted. A soul-deep weariness that had not been easy to shake, even with the aid of healers. But then, emotional turmoil is not nearly so easy to heal as physical injury. And it seems everything that she had buried deep so long has been loosed. Something she would vastly prefer not to remember, if only she could meddle with memory as easily as she could sight.
It’s incredibly tempting to remain here forever, hidden away from the world. But she never could; she is not built to hide in the shadows unseen and unnoticed. Besides, there is only so long she could go on covering her presence here. It had seemed easier, at the time, to take her newly born children and seclude them in this small corner of the island. The moment she’d had the strength, she’d taken them and fled, using what energy she had left to ensure no one could follow.
Dovev would be furious, no doubt. But then, it was his fault she is in this entire mess to begin with. Let him be angry. He’d let her stew in her own anger and frustration for months. He could have a taste of his own medicine, even if it is only a brief one.
There was only so long she could sustain the illusion that would keep them from her heels. The others, no doubt, would take the hint and leave her in peace. She holds no faith that Dovev would do the same however. She had hoped learning of Luster and her children might knock some sort of sense into him. She knows now it had been a futile attempt. No, the man has a head like stone.
It had been so easy once to ignore those rampant feeling he stirred in her. Now, it has become exponentially more difficult, especially when he bulls his way right through any attempt she makes to keep some sort of distance between them. Now, with every one of her defenses hopelessly smashed, she could only the hope consequences do not destroy them both.
She runs her muzzle gently along her children’s downy withers, nuzzling the soft fluff of their wayward manes. She had fed them the moment they had arrived, and now they lay curled together, tucked against her as she lay protectively beside them. She tenderly rearranges Dagen’s wings, the boy she’d been so certain she would be having. The girl had surprised her, though perhaps she shouldn’t have. So much so she hadn’t even been prepared with a name.
She supposes she must think of one now.
Time enough for that later though. Her misdirection has faded by now. No doubt their father would arrive any moment.
i see your sins
and i want to set them free
@[Dovev]