Papa yelled my name as I ran off, but I was not interested in hearing any more excuses or arguments from the two infuriating men plaguing my life. With a sigh, I stopped and drank from a stream. That wasn’t fair to Papa, if I was being honest with myself, and probably wasn’t entirely fair to the Fae King either. There was a part of me that was prepared to admit I was probably being irrational, but I stifled it quickly. I wasted the rest of the day in the woods, hunting in my fox form, lounging in a tree as a cat in the sun, staring at the sky and watching the clouds pass by as I wondered how to make things different. I stuck close to the stream, so the sound of the water nearly masked the soft footfalls I expected, but took much longer than I thought they would to approach me. I sighed.
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