We are all so tired / Visit+Temporary stay

[merlin]

⛥ there's talk going 'round this town ⛥

perhaps it was some kind of fate that led to the lioness wandering the territory, lost in her thoughts and embittered by recent loss. perhaps it was a fate that led her towards a scent she couldn't quite catch, to a man she knew better than any other friend she'd had before. then, it must have been fate that she would find him settling his weary body like a warrior returned from war. what was it then, that caused her heart to leap into her throat when she spotted the draconic likeness that was upon his helm? was it a sense of longing, a sense of kindship? or was it maybe the sense of loneliness that had choked her since she had returned, beginning to lift?

her paws caught on a root as she stared at gawain without a word from the tree-line, a pendant long ago given to her nestled in the fur around her neck, wings rustling against her back and fur as she stared without words for the longest time, paws slowly bringing her forward. was it really the knight captain? was ... was she being too hopeful? the dragon knight's armor was the same as she remembered, even if more beat and worn than months before. "i had better hope you didn't steal that armor.", was the only thing she could think of, eyes glancing over the dark pelt, her jaw trembling as she looked at each scar. was this some fucked up dream? she couldn't look at his face. "the one who owns it would have thrashed you day and night for it." her voice choked in her throat as she took in his condition without looking at his face.

would his face be an empty void like the one who haunted her dreams when she couldn't sleep? shaking her head, exhaling softly. he was exhausted and judging on his breathing, in dire need of something to slack his thirst. turning, she shrugged out of the canteen strapped to herself and passed it in his direction, "can't let a wanderer burn up out here,", her nose was twitching, taking in his scent. she couldn't stop the stupid smile that crossed her muzzle, "knight who could be the dark side of the sun.", she murmured as she finally looked at his face. gods help her, she didn't know what to do with herself in this moment.