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By the time Clarissa had returned from the lake, breakfast was over and things were starting to be cleared away. Not that she cared, she didn't have much of an appetite anyway. Her anger had cooled slightly, although a flame did linger, ready to explode into another roaring explosion should the right thing trigger her. But a hurt and resigned sadness did remain. For Clarissa, she hated how Tate had simply made the decision for the both of them, with no compromise or even willingness to listen to what she felt.
Back in the human village, that was one thing Clarissa felt certain she would be good at. Motherhood. Growing up knowing she was different to everyone else in the village, struggling with the fact that there was something about her that wasn't quite right, she knew she wouldn't ever want her own children to feel the way she had. Like an outcast. Every child in the village she looked after or made a new garment for or fixed clothes for, she had ensured to make them feel special. Her love for children had grown that way, and her desire for motherhood had grown with it.
Now for that to be taken away, without even a discussion, and by someone who was supposed to understand her... it hurt.
During the month where nothing seemed certain, with all she had learned about herself and who she actually was, it felt like potential motherhood was the one thing she could cling to that she knew would happen eventually. Now that had been taken from her too.
When she arrived back, Clarissa forced a smile to her lips and made a bee-line straight for Anders. Although she did falter at the sight of the baby. However she pushed on, not bothering to acknowledge her mate as she was still sore after their conversation. This raised a few eyebrows, such as from Gio who shared a look with Sasha.
After the night they had shared, and the fact they had both given into the call of her heat, it seemed like it was expected for them to be closer than ever. However Clarissa couldn't bring herself to act alright with Tate, as much as she hated the tension between them. He had hurt her, and taken away something she had been looking forward to since she was old enough to potentially marry. Of course she was going to act stung for a little while.
"Hey," she breathed, sitting down besides the youngest Rivers child. She pulled him into a hug, mindful of the baby, but lingered there for a while, if more for her own comfort than his. "You scared us there for a while. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" She then asked Anders, eyes flickering over him as if checking him for any wounds, "Don't be scarin' us like that again, okay? I'm not sure if my heart can take it."
Back in the human village, that was one thing Clarissa felt certain she would be good at. Motherhood. Growing up knowing she was different to everyone else in the village, struggling with the fact that there was something about her that wasn't quite right, she knew she wouldn't ever want her own children to feel the way she had. Like an outcast. Every child in the village she looked after or made a new garment for or fixed clothes for, she had ensured to make them feel special. Her love for children had grown that way, and her desire for motherhood had grown with it.
Now for that to be taken away, without even a discussion, and by someone who was supposed to understand her... it hurt.
During the month where nothing seemed certain, with all she had learned about herself and who she actually was, it felt like potential motherhood was the one thing she could cling to that she knew would happen eventually. Now that had been taken from her too.
When she arrived back, Clarissa forced a smile to her lips and made a bee-line straight for Anders. Although she did falter at the sight of the baby. However she pushed on, not bothering to acknowledge her mate as she was still sore after their conversation. This raised a few eyebrows, such as from Gio who shared a look with Sasha.
After the night they had shared, and the fact they had both given into the call of her heat, it seemed like it was expected for them to be closer than ever. However Clarissa couldn't bring herself to act alright with Tate, as much as she hated the tension between them. He had hurt her, and taken away something she had been looking forward to since she was old enough to potentially marry. Of course she was going to act stung for a little while.
"Hey," she breathed, sitting down besides the youngest Rivers child. She pulled him into a hug, mindful of the baby, but lingered there for a while, if more for her own comfort than his. "You scared us there for a while. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" She then asked Anders, eyes flickering over him as if checking him for any wounds, "Don't be scarin' us like that again, okay? I'm not sure if my heart can take it."