Seeds of romance

Nerian growled, she actually growled. This was her mistress and she growled at her. Nerian stood up shifted her weight to the heels on her front feet ignoring the pain in her toes ignoring the offer for healing, she could do that herself. Her hormones had the best of her in knots the normally stoic femme fell to pieces.

How dare you! you know nothing of being alone. Yet you squander what you have. You have everything Thistle Cloud! Everything one could ask for and yet you are unhappy. You have your gods and your loyal husband and your children, your brethren, your culture your home. And you are unhappy. Stay away from me Thistle Cloud take what you have and go flaunt your unhappiness else where.
I will continue to breathe and tend your garden, for when you have need of it. There is nothing you can do for me. Empty promises of friendship will not help.

Nerian panted exhausted from such a long speech She turned her back on Thistle Cloud and stalked away tenderly and slowly, not much of a storm off. Thistle could grab her and box her ears for being so insubordinate if she felt like it.

Hot tears stung Nerian's eyes as she looked for some reason to be happy in her heart but just couldn't find it.