Storm listens with a neutral expression on her face, continuing to lean with arms and ankles crossed. She remains quiet the entire time Vesta speaks, her tail slowly swaying behind her. 

Storm waits patiently for Vesta to finish. 

When she’s sure Vesta is at least pausing to breathe, she clears her throat.

”So… I’m not sure I’m really the best person to turn to cuz I’m not very good with… Feelings? So. Hope I don’t. Make things worse.” She sucks in a breath. You do need to get it together. You don’t know what’s happening with Tristan. You don’t know it’s your fault. And you’re absolutely right. You shouldn’t look. Don’t those visions hurt you? Besides, whatever is happening is totally out of your hands. You aren’t some hoity toity noble. He is.”

Her tail flicks. Whatever happens is between the nobles. Us commoners…? We don’t get a say in their business. No matter how important we think we are to them.”

She sighs. ”And you absolutely should go apologize to your friend. If she wanted you dead, you’d be dead. You said so yourself. She killed you once right? I don’t know if she did it to make a point or what that has you so scared of her but obviously, she can kill you if she wanted and she hasn’t.”

Storm takes a breath. ”You aren’t pathetic. You’re human. It’s just human emotion that builds up and needs a release. Kinda like my rage. I’m pretty level headed most of the time but sometimes, I’ve gotta let it out.”

“So, yeah. Cry it out. Then get it together. Go talk to your friend. If she really is your friend, maybe she can help lover boy. Or at least find out what’s going on for you.” Storm leans forward a little and wiggles her shoulders, stretching the wings on her back before folding them again and leaning back once more. ”That’s really all I got. I think.”

 

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