CW: Blood and gore
— REN —
I'm sitting at the top of a tree, staring out into the twilight to find my target. It's taking everything in me not to go straight back to the festival and spend time with Zoryn, who is no doubt surrounded by her… 'friends,' laughing and eating.
I fucking miss her, and hate that the others are getting to be around her more than I am.
But I can't go back now—this mission is more important than my jealousy, even if my instincts are screaming otherwise.
'Don't get distracted,' comes Daeleon's voice in the back of my mind.
Ugh. I wish he couldn't use telepathy.
'I'm not distracted, Daeleon. I can see the target.'
He snaps back, 'Then why the hell haven't you done something yet? I can't act until you incapacitate them, Zarenien. I didn't invite you to be cosmetic. Perhaps I should have asked the lion to come instead; he seems capable.'
