Novah watched as Cairo and Theo left with a blonde girl, the three not being very stealth as they left before she huffed and looked at the woods with hurt eyes.
She was more sad than hurt. While she could understand her mother and her possible reasoning, she couldn't understand why she wouldn't leave a note or a clue to where she'd go. She doesn't even know if she'll even see the woman again and it hurts.
Joni, the ever sweet and angelic being she was, had curled around her, telling a story in her warm and comforting tone. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Joni free hand in the air as if to map out the world she had created in her mind. Her skin reminded Novah of a deep, beautiful umber color, slightly littered with small scars that most likely came from training, something all
