She
walks silently away from them all as the last light fades from the sky.
(This one has her life and her potential. What do you have now, White Rider?)
She knows the answer, and it is bitter as ash on her tongue.
She has nothing. Not even her oldest name.
She's absorbed in chewing on a branch, and makes no move to attract Blodwen's attention. Still, scarlet macaws aren't really designed for camouflage.
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Something twists in her face as she sees the bird, and she turns her steps as though to pass by to the side.
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Still busy with the branch, not looking up.
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And they do change, don't they?
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"So they do."
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"So where you going?"
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"I don't know."
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Still gnawing. A piece of bark falls to the ground.
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Flatly.
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Bitterly said, as she looks up at the bird.
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She shakes her head and looks up at Blodwen. "But all that depends what you want."
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"What I want? How can you say that matters now, after what has happened? I don't even know who I am!"
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