Herbalists' Cache blue

Komodo lowered his simmering gaze, suddenly quite aware of her attempts to connect with him. She was so like him, in many ways. She had sheer will to pull back when the going got tough —  it was not an easy thing to do, but was this a strength or a weakness? He might never know, even inside himself. The raven also had the ability to apologize, and admit her wrongs — but were they truly wrongs, or were they both at fault? There was an extra hurdle of her nonverbal tendencies, which was a hardship that the earthstalker might never have to cover on his own, not matter how many times he may coach the voice into silent womens. In many ways, she was stronger than him, especially in her capacity to love, and her capacity to let go.

In this way, the woman managed to frighten him, in a way that he had rarely felt before. If she could [willingly, albeit painfully] bid farewell to her children, then what kept the pair together besides their animalistic attraction and their will to get back to Undersea in one piece? Was it only an eventuality that she may say goodbye to him too, and take solace in the arms of another man? If that was the case — he would surely seek these answers from the gods, later — Komodo decided he must savor every moment that was offered, and stonewall no longer. “Whut hurts, chickadee?” he asked, upturning his gaze towards where she stood, looking every part a small, sorry pup.