Tutaminis Manor Grounds
It was a bright afternoon at the manor. The sun was high and relentless, beating down on the open areas, illuminating it with its intense brilliance. Kara was out and about for the afternoon, having come out of a meeting with some of the members who had questions about recovery and what things needed to be done after their stint in the Alley and at the Ministry against the Regime just days ago. She still had a few minor cuts and bruises in some places but they weren't enough to keep her out of the game. It was nice to stretch her legs every once in a while, as she disliked being behind the desk so much, as she felt like she was chained to the damn thing for the last few weeks.
She hadn't seen Jace for a while, since their shift was supposed to be tonight. He took the wolves far away from Order, making good on his agreement to make sure none of her people were harmed because of their aggressive natures and the shift in general. As much as she needed him right now, she knew he needed to be away, so she had to let him go for a while. She didn't fully understand the full nature of a garou, as she was still struggling to tell them apart from werewolves, but no way in hell was she going to say that out loud to the Alpha as he already made it clear he had a major distaste for weres and anything unnatural.
As she made her way around the fountain, Kara had a brief flashback. She relived the scene in fast forward. The night where everything fell apart was the night everything sort of toppled over. Casey arrived to talk about the organization overseas, Jaleth and Diana appeared, a broken and battered mess from captivity, followed by Jace and his crew with the injured Fierro. No one anticipated the sort of deal that would be brokered that night. Morale was shaken. Yet, it brought the man she once loathed and turned him into something...someone...completely different. Jace hadn't changed too much since they met, so... had she changed? It was as if he'd opened her eyes to the same world she'd been living in all this time, but she was seeing everything differently. She felt stronger, fighting alongside someone who supported her no matter what--someone who cut the bollocks out of everything--someone who didn't sugar coat anything.
Everything with Casey...losing him all over again... it happened so fast. One minute, they're fighting to make things work between them, the next she's near-death and he's nowhere to be found. Nowhere accessible to come to her aid when Liam attacked her. Who was there for her, that day? Who stayed with her to make sure she made it through the night? And the nights after?
Kara idly reached for the pendant around her neck and held it tightly. Her mother's pendant. In the time's of pain and doubt she clung to that thing and never let it go until she felt safe again. She didn't need it much when Jace was around but right now she needed something to keep her grounded since she knew she couldn't speak to Casey about anything. Jon was busy with the new healers in training, Jaleth was working up a curriculum to teach his new batch of students and Fierro was trying his best to help out as well so without Jace, Kara was alone. While peace and quiet was necessary, the loneliness was still present. It had been days since she and Casey split, and while she had clearly moved on, she was still reeling. Was there something she could have done differently? Yes. She could have stopped herself from acting on an urge to be with someone she clearly cared for. She could have talked to him and made the separation easier on herself, easier on him, but this was partially her fault. Or was it? After everything that was said, she felt like it had been a long time coming. They fought so hard to be together and in the end, was it worth it? Fighting an uphill battle?
She didn't remember taking a seat under the shade of a tall-standing trees, but she did. Kara stared across the way at the fountain in the center of the courtyard as she continued to ponder everything that led her to this very moment.