Where to Begin...

“It is important!” Her voice scaled without meaning to. The steady dam that was her control continued to crack and splinter as she succumbed to the ease of freeing her thoughts from mind. There was a great ease in speaking with Anemone like this, more than she had felt around any other in her lifetime. More so because the autumn woman knew that her companion’s words were true- worry was never an irrelevant notion. The sensation was to warn other of the existence of the possibility of something ‘more’, however minor. It was to be addressed. She knew the woman had been right… but perhaps needed to hear it for herself before believing. “Not only for peace of mind,” she breathed, slipping from her stoic posture to lean against the offered shoulder. “But to know what future I may work towards. To know if…there is a possibility… to be looked upon as an equal.” In pause, she let her claws slip into the earth, feeling for a moment the warmth channeled by the spring before exhaling the held breath through trembling, flared nostrils. “But…it sounds silly when said aloud,” she mumbled offhandedly.