Based off of an idea from long ago. Beginning chapters will be short.

Song was surprised, at the very least. She felt selfish, but her anger at the guest overrode that. It was awfully rude, the girl decided.

Song had remembered looking at the boy riding off with her Sonko. She didn't know if she'd sacrifice the ostrich horse to Lee, but he could've at least asked her.

Song was a docile person, most of the time, but her mother said that when she got angry, a storm would rage. The skies were clear to the girl, but she knew she wanted to punch that Lee right in his scarred face, hard enough to give him a matching mark. Song flopped down on her bed and sighed.

I could go after him, the healer thought, but then deduced that he was too far away and she didn't want to leave anyways. "Spirits help me," she said out loud. A bout of rage came to her, and she pounded the bed with her small fists, cursing at the boy. Song wasn't even angry at him stealing Sonko, she was just plain angry. So she stayed like that for the while, until the healer got hungry.

She ate and retreated into her room again, thinking how very rude it was for Lee to leave without a word.

"He didn't have to just leave!" Song argued to no one. "We helped him and his uncle! Spirits, I'd have given him Sonko, if he'd only asked me!" The girl crossed her arms and continued. "Ugh! What a jerk! I wouldn't have helped that ass—that jerk if I knew what he would do!" Song let out a loud groan or whine, or whatever inhuman noise she made.

Song had thought before all this, that the boy and her might be friends. She remembered when she looked at him and thought him attractive, but that didn't matter. She remembered the feeling of closeness when they had things in common—the war had taken a toll on them. Yes, the healer understood that murder and bloodshed weren't good candidates to be bonding tools. Yet, Song had never felt such a closeness to a person before, other than her family. But then that jerk had to throw everything away and steal Sonko! They could've been close! She had a feeling he would still leave and never come back, but she wished he didn't. He could've stayed. She wouldn't have minded. The healer closed her eyes in frustration. She punched the gray sheets of her bed and threw herself on it. She groaned and closed her gray eyes.

When she woke, she remembered she had a dream about fire, and she wasn't surprised.