lesson after lesson

Inala's head swam with thoughts and emotions. She felt discarded, disregarded. As if she didn't matter to either of them. Especially since she never considered Chip moving on to her vhenan. Seemed par for the course, though. When had their lives been anything other than complicated? Clearly she was a fool to take the last several years for granted.

Dirthara-ma, she snapped at Chip's fleeting form. She didn't care if he heard her or not. It wouldn't be the first time she'd told him such. Clearly he never did learn.

Her attention turned back to Cara.

Sorry doesn't fix it. Her voice was tight, the emotion and ire she'd directed at Chip now still lingering in her tone. Inala's voice wavered as she tried not to let loose the floodgates of her full emotions.

I need to leave.

Inala elaborated no further. She turned sharply and left to go pack. She needed to be alone and away from the clan. Away from her family. From everyone and everything.