Grief In Your Walls

Grief In Your Walls

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"No." She insists, cutting him off instantly. "We are not setting the entire camp back several hours just so some dramatic prince can get his journal back." She- Maeve, he assumes -bites, and Rae flinches at the angry emotions. "He can live without it. We need to get moving before-" "Astrid needs a journal," The man offers. And for some reason, this makes the woman freeze. Rae pulls his wings close against his back in his attempt to hide the grimace at the bitter flavor; frantically pushing her emotions into a raindrop to make it join the rest of the downpour. If either avian notices his discomfort; neither of them mention it, and the man continues speaking. "And she's practically a master at botany. If he needs a journal, we should get it." The woman takes a deep, angry breath as Rae tries not to panic. He hates being in the same place as someone when they're this angry. Doesn't want to be seen or looked at when anyone is angry. He can't handle it- --- Or; A story about grief, broken families, and how communication can fail when someone doesn't want to change.
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