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Tiberii · 9/29/2025, 12:54 AM

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The Pillar of Courage smiled, rallying with Tiberii's quip, and the bull would chuckle.I look forward to it, she'd reply, feeling her shoulders loosen as she smiled toward Nóttin. As angry as she was, as hurt as she was, as distraught as she was ... at least she had the village of Dawnbreak at her side, to bolster her in her times of need. She hated being a burden to them, but even these lighthearted moments were enough to keep her head above water in the expanse of darkness.

The talk of Dalmatia, however, was like a double-edged sword. The love that the two clearly shared was immeasurable, and it gave Tiberii a great deal of comfort. And yet ... she could not help but to feel the green tendrils of jealousy wrap around her own heart. For Dalmatia was to be loved and cared for, and Tiberii ... well ... that part of her was empty once more.

The bull's smile would soften, weakened by her internal struggle as the glimmer of sadness gripped at the edges of her golden eyes once more.

I trust ya, Nóttin, she'd tell him, ears flattening back atop her head as her chest ached with a hungry emptiness. A soft sigh would press past her lips, and the woman would do her best to shove the feeling down ... down ... down ... deeper than she would ever hope to revisit. Somewhere that her own loneliness could go to rot.

Nóttin continued, requesting an ask, and Tiberii's ears would swivel upward with curiosity. "You are my family now, and I never want to hurt you." The bull's tail would stiffen, her lips hardened as she suddenly feared some bad news. Nóttin seemed to be struggling to steel himself, to bring himself to strength in front of her.

"I ask for your blessing in my engagement to Dalmatia."

Huh? The surprise was evident on her face, masking the delicate pain of loss that still stung fresh. Mine? The grips on her heart would ache. Ah ... m'honored, Nóttin, I ... The bull would struggle for words, something that was not often a problem for the fiery woman. 'Course, she'd conclude with an unusual softness. I want nothin' but tha best for ya both. A pause. 'Specially Dal ... no offense, she'd add, trying to rally the humor she'd felt earlier in their conversation as a means to be happy for them.

And she was. She was so happy for them.

But it hurt all the same.

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