❝ you’re with me now. ❞ o w o
it was an open invitation catra couldn’t accept . she could hear the softness in her voice but she’d heard such ‘sweet’ words before and what came with them were permanent scars in the dark . this woman wasn’t shadow - weaver , no , but just how much better could she be ? over her lifetime she’d heard nothing but horrible tales of the queen of bright - tmoon that devoured infants and slaughtered all who didn’t kneel to her . she knew they were lies , like everything shadow weaver ever told her . but she would be stupid to expect better of a stranger . especially another older woman like her .
“ And what’s that supposed to mean ? Am I supposed to trust you just because I joined this little rebellion ? Shadow Weaver told me about you , Queen Angela . And if you think i’m going to just cozy right up to you then you’re wrong . ”
so quick to lash out with her words ; taken at face value she puts on such a brave face . but she’s shaking , she’s afraid . her fur stands on end , bristled as much as it’s able and she walks backwards . then she’s gone . from one episode of panic into another and a familiar crackling , burning sensation over old wounds .
