Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints t...
"Jay," Daisy's voice is soft yet firm as she takes the glass from him and sets it back in front of me.
"Slowly Lexie. Take small slow sips."
I nod, trying hard to follow what she says.
She smiles and sits down across from me, Jay sitting to her right.
He quickly grabs her hand, kissing the palm before folding it in his own.
I look at the laced fingers.
"I've been wanting to ask Lexie, but what is that on your hands?"
Jay's question has me looking down at my own hands.
"It's...paint."
"Your pack allowed that?"
I hear more disapproval in his voice. Like father like son.
"Yes..." In a way they did.
"How wonderful," I look up to see Daisy's eager eyes. "I've only met painters in some small remote packs. I would love to see your work."
I'm stunned as I look at this female. "You...you would?"
Daisy nods, her eyes full of wonder, "I've always wanted to paint. Maybe you can teach me?"
I've never taught anyone. No one's ever wanted to learn.
I don't even know the first step in what to teach. But it sounds fun. To share what I love with someone.
"Ya..." I feel a small smile form on my lips. Jay's glare though stops it from completely showing.
"Daisy, we've talked about this."
Daisy's face falls just slightly at his words.
"What?"
I don't want to intrude on their talk, but I'm curious.
Daisy sighs, "The reason why Atlas didn't stay today is because....he doesn't like me."
I angle my head to the side, thoughtful. I didn't like my father much. But I couldn't see what was so wrong with Daisy.
"Why?"
A sad smile forms on Daisy's features, "I was...moon blessed, once upon a time. I'm not now, but when I was I traveled everywhere, choosing to go there instead of stay with my child and mate. I was absent Atlas's whole life. And that is my fault."
The weight of her words hit me as if a cave had collapsed upon me.
Abandoned. She abandoned her child.
"Oh...," I don't know what to say. Don't know what to feel now that I have this pressing news upon me.
We sit there in awkward silence for several minutes.
"Is Atlas....good to you?"
She's curious.
But suddenly I'm weary of this female.
I shrug. "I've only known him for a day."
Daisy nods but I can see her eyes retreating back into herself. See as she registers that I'm no longer active within the conversation.
That I'm pulling away after what she's said.
She gives me a knowing smile.
It's probably why they live out here.
Away from the pack. Away from their eyes.
And away from their son.
Jay stands.
"Let's continue training."
I stand also.
I suddenly want to be away from this female and the burden she bears.
Away from the hurt she has inflicted upon my mate.
I wish desperately I could paint the face she was making as we walk out.
I would title it 'broken moon.'
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