Swiftcurrent Creek that aint no lie

those were for her. so she was right, after all, that he had returned all this time for her. absolutely for her. her gaze swept towards it, and once did her tail loosen, falling into a single wag at her hocks. mostly out of girlish glee -- that a man did all this... for her. but she remained quiet as she looked upon it, thinking. thinking. 

she thought now if she should accept it before him or wait. it seemed like there might be a political side to the whole ordeal, and aria almost wanted to drag the game on. she came closer, pressing past him with a flick of her tail towards his chest. her head dipped, and she sniffed quietly at the offering. thinking. what did she do? what did she do... 

her gaze found him again, standing over the offering. "where are you from?" she asked him, her ears cupped forwards, "before diaspora." she had heard ruenna say it -- just barely. she had questions before she had answers.