Hunt Fourteen.

[magicofthewild]

[You can hear sniffling, like someone is crying. It sounds faint, though, like Daine is trying to hide her head under something. Her journal is open on the bed beside her.]

...I hate skirts, Ma. I wish you weren't so persistent.

[A small laugh, like she's remembering something funny and sad at the same time.]

ooc: Daine, like many other family-

Comments

[brotherdere]

What's wrong?

[magicofthewild]

Oh...nothing. I'm alright.

ooc: Lies.

[brotherdere]

...it's not nice to lie.

[magicofthewild]

...you're fair perceptive, aren't you?

I'm not fine, then.