Hushed Willows Mythic

She looks to him when he calls, though it is a dim sound, and then moves to follow him as he leads her towards one of the many willow trees. Tavi ducks around the hanging whip-branches and slides to her belly beside him, then adjusts, but cannot get comfortable. Eventually she splays out on her side, her belly squished against the ground while her back presses lightly in to his bronze fur. 

Briefly, Tavi wonders if she'll get any bigger — but her thoughts are interrupted by his question, and she breathes a sight from out her nose. Maybe, is all she offers him at first, unsure of everything. Being a leader was a step towards chaos. She had not wanted it for herself, and yet now she was nothing. It would be difficult to adapt back to a life under someone else's rule. I'm not sure. the woman lays her head down on the grass, and her forehead aligns with Arkham's outstretched paws.

It is a lot of work, and.. I wasn't very good at it. Which to Tavi is an understatement. They had failed each other - Reek and Tavi together - and now she was wavering, having lost the confidence and bravado which characterized her sordid youth. She turned her mossy gaze towards him, watching the curve of his jaw and the sharpness of his cheekbone from upside-down. Is it hard for you?