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There's a lingering thought. Somewhere in the back of her mind. Hidden. Hard to reach. When he's not there it feels like a vital piece of her is missing. So there was no hesitation. No second thoughts. She'd follow him into the desert. She'd follow him into the ocean.
She had followed him into the desert. Had since been fighting this thought. She could have lost him... She could have lost him. And that frightened her. To her very bone. Though Aine tried not to let it show, to fuss too much. To be afraid. When she had lost so much... Not Ry. She didn't like thinking of... Not Ry.
There's something else there. In the little ways she catches herself sometimes. Catching breath. Feeling strangely warm. But she doesn't dwell. She doesn't know. He's her best friend.
She did know nothing made her smile the same way Ry did. Hazel hues brightening at the sound of his voice, though she wonders where it is he ran off to. And why. Since he ought to be resting... But the floral scent he carries answers that question easily enough.
More flowers. A beautiful bouquet. He always brought her the most beautiful bouquets. The petite deer-fox beamed, words resting on her tongue... But a question? Her head falls to the side, blinking. This felt. Odd. Strangely formal in a way. Stepping into the pages of one of her books... Overthinking this... But her chest felt... Flighty. Like the wings at her sides had unfurled inside.
He had gone out of his way. A question.
"What's- what's up?" What's all this? What could a question be?
[/td][/tr][/table]She had followed him into the desert. Had since been fighting this thought. She could have lost him... She could have lost him. And that frightened her. To her very bone. Though Aine tried not to let it show, to fuss too much. To be afraid. When she had lost so much... Not Ry. She didn't like thinking of... Not Ry.
There's something else there. In the little ways she catches herself sometimes. Catching breath. Feeling strangely warm. But she doesn't dwell. She doesn't know. He's her best friend.
She did know nothing made her smile the same way Ry did. Hazel hues brightening at the sound of his voice, though she wonders where it is he ran off to. And why. Since he ought to be resting... But the floral scent he carries answers that question easily enough.
More flowers. A beautiful bouquet. He always brought her the most beautiful bouquets. The petite deer-fox beamed, words resting on her tongue... But a question? Her head falls to the side, blinking. This felt. Odd. Strangely formal in a way. Stepping into the pages of one of her books... Overthinking this... But her chest felt... Flighty. Like the wings at her sides had unfurled inside.
He had gone out of his way. A question.
"What's- what's up?" What's all this? What could a question be?
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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desert flower
the land for the