ROANA
Roana watched her boys go with the Launceleyn, pain evident in her blue gaze. She loved her boys dearly, desperately; and it was why she was willing to sacrifice everything to make the world a better, safer place for them. One where the gods worked together and they could live and love and make friends with all without the fear that they were secretly spreading the ill-intent of the divine. Once they disappeared she looked at Deimos again, her steady gaze returning.
She wasn't done yet.
As he began to craft the cuffs he intended to put on her wrists, she turned and bolted through the house, powerful legs pushing her forward as fast as she could run - straight through a window at the back of the house. Glass shattered - cutting and scraping and shards imbedding - but she ran without stopping headed towards the Greatwood. If she could reach the forest, she knew she could escape and still see her plan through.
She wasn't done yet.
As he began to craft the cuffs he intended to put on her wrists, she turned and bolted through the house, powerful legs pushing her forward as fast as she could run - straight through a window at the back of the house. Glass shattered - cutting and scraping and shards imbedding - but she ran without stopping headed towards the Greatwood. If she could reach the forest, she knew she could escape and still see her plan through.
I am lost to those I thought were friends
they pretend that they don't see
It's one miss step, one slip, before you know it
and there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed
