Seeds of romance

Nerian lifted her head and stared toward the subtle noise then frowned and lay her head back down, turning her face from Thistle, this time the tears flowed from her eyes though she didn't make a noise hoping Thistle would just leave, she couldn't keep her emotions in check right now. No matter how hard she tried and they were wild and crazy, leading her to believe she two was going crazy. She wanted more then ever now to find the blue hued plant of her homeland that could interrupt her heat and keep it at bay. It would not do to have a priestess in heat back home.

Here mother nature was allowed to run it's course. Here she was beginning to hate more and more. but 'home' just wasn't an option open to her either, she was locked in this purgatory