Panther Park Long and hard

With the shift in her expression, his ears had fallen back. She'd watched him, wondering if he might believe her or if she would end up being cast aside as the liar. His lack of knowledge pertaining to her attempted visit had revealed that the other dark woman hadn't upheld her word. That, despite having stated that she'd do so, a message telling of her desire to see him had not been shared. She'd felt like a fool in that very moment, having believed the word of a stranger simply because they had known and lived in the same place as a friend. There was no reason within her thoughts that could justify the elder wolf's misdoings, aside from, perhaps, a forgetful mind having been at play. If that were the case then surely the girl would forgive, but if not, the wrath of the dragons would not let up until her soul no longer existed come the afterlife.

During the time back when she'd been told that he wasn't present, he actually had been. All along, Damien had been within his home, and so that could only mean that she'd been lied to. "I should not have believed the woman," Asterr had admitted, adverting her gaze to his chest. As her eyes had been downcast, he'd spoken once again, seeming to beg that an apology not be given. It had confused her, looking up then to read his expression, only to find that he'd slipped closer. The sudden change in proximity had taken her by surprise, and yet she'd not jumped back. He was her friend, someone that she'd only ever met under pleasant circumstances, and so no part of her mind had insisted that she shy away from his closeness. Being unrelated in every way, she'd not felt betrayed by the touch of his tongue, but was uncertain of how she might respond to it. And then as his eyes had closed, she'd found herself doing nothing more than watch him curiously.

"I had wanted to see you sooner," her words were sudden, but hushed, hardly anything more than a whisper. "Not while being in this state, though." In truth, there had been no great reason behind her desire to meet with him. The dragoness had simply wished to sit with him, to be in his presence and perhaps hear more about his family, or any plans to travel that he might have come up with. It had dawned on her, then, that perhaps things could still be that way. That maybe they could linger together side-by-side without any problems arising—it was an idea that she liked, but never had it left her tongue. Instead, no more words had been spoken, silence overtaking the girl whilst she'd refrained from leaning against her clone's sturdy form.