Chapter 8 Plotting

• The question I asked was the beginning of my plotting, I was tired of always running and sacrificing so much for people who didn’t deem me fit to be cared for despite being one of them, not even my own mother.
• After my question, my eyes met hers and for once, I decided to let it linger. I needed to see what was behind the stoic façade of her but as usual, she hid herself well. Aside the little frown on her face which I am sure was always present on her face, there was no other emotions but if I am right, the uneasy shifting of hers on the log she sat on indicated she wasn’t okay with my actions but now I wonder whenever I think back to those times.
• What was she really not okay with? The fact I had the courage to speak up in the midst of the elders? Or the motive behind my asking the questions?