#therachis

Plaintive meows fill the air as a black cat approaches Jolyon. Her tail held high and curled at the end, she meows and meows to get his attention, her bright yellow eyes on his hood. If he does not immediately give her the attention she seeks, she rears up on slender legs, and sticks her needle-like claws through his pants to knead at his leg, still meowing at top volume. Then, and only then, does she speak through the telepathic link she can use with anyone she wills.

She allows him his angry at her. She had known he would be angry, that he would be furious with her for what has happened. She is well aware of the love that Jolyon held for her dear, beloved brother, always has been. To deny him his anger would be to deny him a chance to begin to heal.

She would have let him go too. She would have simply let him leave and turn his back on her, and she would not have thought any less of him for it. She has earned his ire, with what has happened to her dear brother, the man he loved. 

She would have let him, had he not brought her into this.

She swallows down the rage at first. How dare he? How dare he insinuate she did not care about the loss of her love? 

“Do you think I wanted him to die? Do you think I wanted her to die?” she all but spits. The rage she had bit back is rising again. How dare he?! Sjur had been the love of her life. Sjur would have been a mother to their daughter, who she had lost too. Sjur’s loss still leaves her feeling hollow and lost. And he dare think she does not care? Her lip curls, and her teeth show in a snarled expression. “I loved Uldren. How could I not love the brother I shared a womb with? I would have done everything in my power to keep this from happening, and I tried!”

She rears back in her anger, trying not to let it get the best of her. She turns away for a moment, before turning back towards Jolyon, her eyes alight with her fury. “But I could not protect him! I wanted to, but I could not because I was dead!”