Shadowwyn Moor its the soul that needs the surgery

@Scimitar

Eshe picked her way to the Moors on their determined day. She had nearly forgotten the day of, because the morning had been hectic with her sister and, after a hunt with a packmate to-be she lost track of time. But when she remembered, her mind exploded and so too did her limbs. It wasn't too far of a trek that she truly needed to worry... and the last time they had met, it had been night. It was afternoon, now, but she determined she'd wait here for hours if she must. She might even stay the night. What if he had forgotten, and came the next day, remembering too late? Well, Eshe supposed that said plenty on his feelings for her... but, even still, there was no harm in being friends...

It was difficult to understand her emotions, but if she were experienced at all in this, it was that the odds of being merely friends with a man she felt oddly so strongly for in the first hour of meeting him were slim to none. Eshe cared about him already, and enjoyed the carefree whimsy that came with his presence. Her loyalty was something that she had given to the Hollow. Even with Riordan there, who she fancied heavily, her mind still helplessly drifted to Scimitar as frequently as it did to Riordan, two halves dedicated to two people, loyal in its feeling to the both of them. Eshe waited by a river, dipping her face into the water and flicking it upward to cool herself off. The world was cooling, but already she felt flushed with excitement. To see his face again...!