From the mind of me :D
Isolde sighed and shifted, noticing the warm body beside her. For a brief moment she had forgotten she and James were having another movie marathon. She chuckled, rubbing his pregnant belly while he slept for a bit longer. She admitted to herself she was a bit jealous, she wished she was the one spouting out children.
She glanced around and sighed, remembering Amelia was out hunting with Victor and Daken. She hated that they drug her along, and that Mia wanted to go. After a bit of prodding, Mia had revealed her feelings of uselessness towards the herd. Actually her child had specifically said that she and Isolde were an "abandoned offshoot of the feral herd".
It earned Mira a smack from Isolde and a stern talking to. Isolde owed her life and sanity to Victor and James. That night, Isolde revealed her past to Mia, who had been so stunned, she fled to Daken's room to sleep. That had been last night...
James was awake now, and knew that Isolde was upset by her body language. "What is it Iz?"
Her ocean blue eyes shot to his blue-grey ones. She stroked one of his muttonchops, something she did only when distressed. It had caused him to squirm a bit under her touch, concerned. "Iz?"
"I told her," Isolde was quiet, and most notably depressed, "I told her everything about my past. Then, she fled to Daken. Am I a...monster?"
James pulled her into a hug, petting her hair. "No Iz, ya ain't. Ya just dumped a lot on basically an eight year old girl."
Isolde nodded silently, seeking the comfort in his brotherly embrace, "She'll forgive me, right?"
"She'd be a fool not to," He whispered soothingly. She closed her eyes and tried to will herself to sleep again. Like always, it was fitful with echos of a past she longer lived.