Silver Creek time

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as if on a whim, Rowan appeared out of the snowy air, materializing to sit alongside him closely. the relief her presence engendered in him was evoked by her scent, and Casmir relaxed muscles he had not know were tense. his golden eyes settled on her as he turned somewhat to seek her gaze, but with Rowan there was no need to speak. she understood. and it was due to this awareness that Casmir did not seek to draw words out of the empty air and give them to her.
it occurred to the boy that he had not pulled his gaze away from her own, as he would do normally, and he gave a small smile before seriousness settled upon his features. still he did not speak.
slowly Casmir sought her shoulder with his muzzle, exhaling in a cloud of breath that turned pale when it struck the air. her fragrance filled his nostrils and he raised his lips to preen the juncture of her head and neck, scarcely believing what it was he did and seeking something in the witch all the same.[/tr][/td][/table]