Honeyed Pasture she got me going crazy

I apologize for the neverending stream of lackluster posts. ♥

Szymon was quiet in the wake of Rowan’s gentle affirmations; there was nothing he could say to add to that branch of the conversation. Deirdre was good and sweet — completely unlike the titan who courted her and his ruffian of a brother — and perhaps Rowan would be disappointed or combative if she knew the exact nature of Szymon and Deirdre’s acquaintanceship. The salt white Cairn boy lacked the willpower to engage her in such a way and kept his silence even after the pale wolf gave him permission to linger, worrying briefly at her ink-lined lips. What she said unlocked his teeth and tongue in a single syllable: “What?” Suspicion clouded his fierce eyes almost immediately. He wondered why the female would leave Donnelaith, being a Mayfair like Deirdre. It was unfortunate for Rowan that Szymon’s experience with his siblings, particularly his traitorous bitch of a sister, had put a bad taste in his mouth for shared surnames and pale wolves. Noting that she seemed somehow fragile despite the painstaking dignity of her tone and bearing, Szymon tried to quell the note of immediate mistrust in his own guttural timbre: “Why?” he questioned bluntly. “Y-You are one of T-T-Taltos’ b-brood, are you n-not?” Admittedly, Szymon didn’t know much about the Mayfairs, but it was his [incorrect] assumption that Rowan was Deirdre’s sister.