Hermia emerged out of the woodlands and looked around, seeing who else was around.
"I'm a responsible adult though, so I don't throw paint around." Casey grinned.
"Well sorry just doesn't cut it!" She shouted at him, her voice shaking with bitter resentment, anger and upset. "You have no idea what I've been through the last six f*cking years! You said you loved me! No! You said more then that! You said you f*cking imprinted on me! That was obviously a load of total f*cking bullsh*t! You don't imprint on someone and just f*ck off for six f*cking years!" Hermia continued to scream at him, tears welling up in her eyes.
Hermia started back towards the camp as fast as possible through the thick wood.
"I can flick paint at you though." He said teasingly.
"You're so lucky we're in the middle of a kids park." She growled darkly, the anger almost strong enough to taste in the air.
Hermia stood back up onto her four paws. She shook herself quickly to rid herself of the leaves that had been left from the previous trips.
"You heard what she said." Casey said smugly.
Her gaze shot over to him, a dark glint in her eyes. Quickly she jumped to her feet and wandered purposefully up to him. Hermia's eyes roved over his face, taking in every little detail. Her eyes softened slightly before she pulled her hand back and slapped him as hard as she possibly could across the face.
Hermia growled slightly, frustrated she couldn't really join in with the conversation. And more frustrated that they couldn't simply accept that the boy they had known was gone, lost to the blood lust of the undead.
Casey looked down and stuck his tongue out back at his son. "Good idea Ly."
After a moment she tipped her head back, her long and wild hair falling down from around her face. The cool breeze waking her up more. Her large eyes flickered open, the sunlight glancing off of the blue. But rather then the brilliant purple-blue they had been when River had left then were a dull indigo colour.
Hermia watched the two of them carefully.
"When are you ever not hungry?" Casey asked in an amused tone.
"You better be back motorbike boy!" Ocean shouted down the street. In a park not too far away Hermia was starting to wake up. She'd been unconscious and slumped against a breaking down wall that separated the park from the wild woodlands behind it. She had claw marks across her cheek and down her arms, all of which were still slowly seeping blood. In the last couple of years she'd taken to wearing less clothing then she had done in her teenage years. Rather then simple dresses and girly lace she'd started to wear tight white, belly showing vest tops and tiny black skirts. And on the occasion she was leaving intending to stay human arm warmers and spiked bracelets. Her look at taken a total turn around, she was now more badass-hot then girly-pretty.
Lake hiccuped slightly, still holding the girl tightly. Hermia slowly wandered over to them, sitting down besides Cadey.
"Okay then." Casey said, continuing to roll the paint onto the ceiling.
"Good luck." She smirked. "You'll need it."
Lake continued to cuddle her tightly, gently she kissed the top of her daughter's head. Hermia soundlessly turned around and headed back towards where she'd left River and Cadey.
"Do you even really need to ask?" Casey chuckled.
