Greatwater Lake When that’s all behind us

There was a feeling of unease within her stomach, surely having been caused by the anticipation that came with waiting. Though they had met with one another recently, she couldn't help but think back to the last time that she'd called for him specifically, just as she'd presently done. For back then, it had not been Damien that had come to greet her, but a female whose name she'd never received; a liar, if the chieftess were to call her by an honest title, for she had left their encounter with the belief that a promise had been made, and then learned that it'd never been upheld. Of course, the dark woman had not actually said the words I promise, but what had been said was interpreted that way. And so to learn later on that the message had never been delivered had made her wish to not encounter the stranger again. Those within the forest, her friend excluded, were not meant to be known by her.

When a dark shape had appeared in the distance, she'd lifted her head for a moment, only to return to a more casual posture upon realizing who it was. Some forces had been kind to her, bringing the male she'd been wishing to see, rather than a being created from impish intentions. Asterr was glad, but nervous still, though she'd done her best to keep her expression as nothing more than a smile. With a greeting offered, her own tail had swished back and forth once or twice, giving a soft, "Hello." There came no other words, at first, for she knew not where the conversation should be taken. In truth, she had no reason for seeking him out other than because she'd just wanted to see him. There existed no business in need of being attended to, really, leaving it as a casual encounter, which she wasn't particularly accustomed with.

"How are you?" was asked after a period of silence on her end. Her curiosity was just as genuine as always, truly wishing to know if he was well. And, if he wasn't, how she might go about fixing whatever might be wrong.