by ThatPersonWithaFace » Wed Jul 09, 2014 4:22 pm
"You're very welcome, Lilura," Cavan replied with a grin. He looked over at Lucas and could tell the boy felt a little awkward at the conversation so he wanted to change it. "So Lucas, once you finish your food you can pick your room if you want, which ever free one you want. And I'll get someone to gather you some clothes."
Costel was sitting alone in his room, where he usually was if he wasn't doing his job as a Healer, however he was kind of doing his job since he was tending to his still growing herbs. His window was open, so even though she was a good distance away his keen ears still picked up the sound of her howl and he sighed and slumped down on the bed, covering his ears to block it out because it was much too familiar. He may put up a wall of apathy, but it was really only a wall to hide behind.
He knew he had hurt Shiloh and felt quite guilty about it, but he would feel worse if he'd let her get close and hurt her much more. Besides, what right did he have to move on? After all the pain he'd caused he had no right to try to be happy. Not to mention she could find many much better guys throughout the pack, she would get over him, or at least, that's what he told himself.
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But in the corner, at the cold
hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with
rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth,
leaning against the wall--frozen to
death on the last evening of the old
year. Stiff and stark sat the child
there with her matches, of which
one bundle had been burnt.
"She wanted to warm herself,"
people said. No one had the
slightest suspicion of what
beautiful things she had seen;
no one even dreamed of the
splendor in which, with her
grandmother she had entered
on the joys of a new year.
Pet's name: The Little Match Girl