Jade Fern Grove the ache and pull of despair

Bazi could not remember spurning his declaration of love. She could not remember why they were fighting, or when it had started, but vaguely recalled a dark patch surrounding Danica's death - and the secret grief that followed. The golden ghost's clever face swam into view, but guilt blurred the edges just as quickly. Bazi gave a sharp shake of her head to dispel the image,  and looked up to find Scimitar mere inches away from her face. Her heart reared up and touched the top of her throat. Fear gripped at her insides.

"I want to be together," she rushed to say, voice meek and shoulders held up by her ears - like a dog being scolded. Seconds passed, and Bazi took the opportunity to clear her throat and fasten both eyes on Scimitar's stern face, holding the look for as long as she dared. "I want to be a Frostfur, and I want to be together." Now, here, so close to the edge, she could not imagine another life. Her brief flirtation with a different path seemed ridiculous now, and so petty — what could be gained from starting over? She was not the same straggler that had woken up in the Teekon Wilds some 18 months ago. 

Bazi swallowed, gazing imploringly up at her mate. For once, she had no smart words lined up. ".. there's a river. It needs a name. I think we.. we should visit it." If they were going to mend their relationship, they would have to play at normal for a while.