(._. I'm soooo sorry that I've kept you waiting so long! I had the stomach flu awful, and it made my head pound just to look at my screen, so yeah. ;A; But we're getting somewhere! <:D)
The Kuhna gave her ears a final flick and moved closer to Sunstorm. She could almost feel the sensation of fur brushing fur, and the warmth flowing from his body was comforting. Although the atmosphere was still tense, she felt a little bit brighter. Perhaps it was the arrival of a destination that had brought on this change in attitude; it was something to look forward to other than her personal abyss.
"I like to get away from the guys at my pen, because none of them understand how I feel. It's like they;ve watched my life unfold on the screen of a TV only to laugh at it, and laugh at my pride. And even if they did ask me about myself, they'd brush it off and say I was exaggerating. "Oh, Iggy, it couldn't possibly be that bad, toughen up!" That's what they tell me. I don't like that name. Iggy.
But it's different out here! Because I can tell things my way, without some third-pary hard-head butting in, thinking he knows my life better than I do."
Igleh spoke rather softly, getting used to the taste of the thoughts which had simmered so long on the tip of her tongue. But she spoke with feeling, tossing her head and even clenching her claws a little. The whole time, she kept her eyes on a safe, lifeless middleground. When she stopped talking, she tried to make eye contact with Sunstorm, for some reason. Maybe she just wanted to make sure that he was still there, to see him close-up through lying eyes swimming with tears...