Rosin

4- The Goodbye

The Hollow
The Blaze: 627 Days Past

Rosin stood still in the wreckage of her bedroom. Some silly part of her thought about cleaning it all up... at least sweeping the glass and setting the furs back down on her bed. But there was no point now. It would be a wonderful way to waste time and give the people in Blossom a chance to get themselves together.
There had indeed been a few of the Captains outside of the council room when she threw open the double doors, plus Cecilia Amaro, the girl that made everyone's business her business. She had given a start at the sight of Rosin and hidden herself behind one of the other people present. The Captains probably would have tried to grab Rosin had Cecilia not shrieked in such a way at the sight of her. But that had been at least five minutes ago now. No doubt the Elder would be thinking up a lie to make her seem like the antagonist of the whole confrontation. He didn't need to try very hard either. Everyone would be quick to believe that hot-headed, unfriendly Rosin was out causing problems.

Was she really going to leave? No direction, no plan, just the knowledge that there was something somewhere out there. She reasoned yes. Totally crazy... but she didn't have much of a choice anymore.

She moved fast in the chaos of her room. If she was serious about doing this, then now was the time to go. What did she need? Did she even have anything of worth to take? There were no knives here— no proper knives, at least, nothing that could fend off things with sharp teeth. No weapons at all... they were all stored safely in Blossom. Curse it, she should have thought to get them before storming off. Well, she would figure something out. Shards of the broken mirror? Maybe a clever idea in theory, but being practical... that would be no good if she got herself into trouble. Gods, she had to take something though. There were creatures of nightmares out there in that forest. Sharp teeth and claws made to puncture p-

There was a banging at the door.

Rosin froze. Had they come for her? She didn't stop to consider who in the blazes they could be. It didn't matter. Enough people in this tribe didn't like her, for no reason other than she didn't smile as much as they wanted her to. As if she owed them her happiness- but she was getting distracted. There was someone, maybe more than a single person, outside. Probably at the Elder's instruction.

She straightened and braved herself for a scuffle. Rosin was leaving, she was getting out of this place, she had made up her mind— Goodbye, see you never, the end. Leaving. And she would not be kept here by anyone. Not even the Elder himself. The girl moved through the doorway of her bedroom and peered into the room just beyond. Her little house on the edge of the tribe was only one floor, no bigger than she needed it. Her bedroom led into a living room she had never really bothered to put much in. A few books she had never bothered reading on the floor. A bunch of pink flowers given to her by Azure, more brown than pink now they were so dry. Like your eyes, the girl had smiled. Stupid as it was, Rosin couldn't bring herself to throw those flowers away, even though weeks had passed and they were well and truly dead. They lay wilting just beside her unopened books. And at the opposite end of the room, the door. There was a window beside it, but she wouldn't bother to peek out at her pursuers. That would serve for nothing except making her nervous.

One step, two steps closer to the door. There was another pounding set of knocks from out of nowhere that made her jolt backwards when she was only a few paces away, and her wings whisked up a cloud of dust from the floor. Be calm, Kovu's every critique ran through her head. Be calm. Rosin crept forwards. Her hand closed around the handle. Once more she implored herself to follow's Kovu's directions, then wrenched the door open and pressed her shaking fists to her chest.

"Rosin?" Kovu demanded. He stood panting just beyond the doorway, his silver hair slick with sweat.
"Rosin." Kovu breathed a heavy sigh of relief when he caught sight of her.
She did the same, Kovu. No people come to try and wrestle her into the cell for disrespecting their Elder. Not yet, anyway. The girl ushered him in with a frantic wave of the hand before he could say anything more. In some way it was a relief to see his familiar face.
"What in the gods is going on?" Kovu was demanding before the door was even shut, "It's chaos inside of Blossom, was that you?" His eyes followed her as she glared outside. People looking for her. Kovu frowned, "People are looking for you."
That confirmed her suspicions then. Rosin gave the door a slight kick just to make sure it was firmly set in its frame.
"They aren't looking very hard then," she gave a humorousness smile with the intent to dispel his nerves, "I'm only ever here."
"Well nobody knows where here is, do they?" He huffed, "You don't often have house parties."