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Alanna returned to her tent. "How dare he...that pompus...idiot!" she threw a pillow at the tent wall. She continued her rampage, until a soft cry emitted from under one of the more rececntly-thrown sheets. Still seething, she pulled the sheet back, revealing a slightly trembling Faithful. He turned to face her, fur slightly pricking on his back.
"What are you doing? What happened?"asked Faithful, wearing an expression best described as a snarl. At his words, Alanna appeared to have just woken up, and fell to the ground.
"I'm sorry, all right, it's just..."Alanna teared up slightly.
"You had a fight with Jon, didn't you?" Faithful asked, suddenly sympathetic.
"How'd you know?"asked Alanna, slightly spooked.
"He's the only reason I could think of that would make the Lioness cry." Faithful replied simply, moving twords her. Alanna scooped him up and drew him to her, letting her tears spill over.
"Faithful, it was...awful! He called me unfeminine, insulted me, and then rode off! He didn't even give me time to think...but he assumed my answer was a 'yes'. He should know better, so don't you go thinking it's all my-" Faithful cut her off with a yowl.
"If you care that much, why are you still here? You obviously want to go after him." Alanna glared at him, silently cursing him for making so much sense.
"Because!" Alanna flopped down on her bed. Pounce curled himself up next to her head. "It's complicated, all right! And I refuse to lose face over that..." for the first time, the Lioness was at a loss for words.
"Prince?" interjected Pounce. "Heir, noble, friend, ex-knight master, love of your life, they all fit."
"Maybe you're right." Alanna allowed, considering. "But what do you suggest I do now? I've done a pretty thorough job of screwing up our relationship, don't you agree? I'd be lucky if I could walk through the palace door without being apprehended by the Own."
"All that may be true, but you can't prove anything, can you? It can't be any worse a fate then sitting here wondering what would've happened if things had worked out any other way."
"You know, for a cat, you make too much sense sometimes." Alanna jumped from the bed, and started packing her things.
"What are you doing?" asked Faithful.
"Packing. We leave for Corus in an hour." Alanna continued her furious packing. Faithful let up a smile, and returned to his traveling basket.
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