Emberwood caught up in the rapture of love

@Lainie, @Marten, @Maiira, @Sativa — i'll wait until after the holiday so everyone who wants to join is able to. also open to anyone interested. :)

a small pond sat nestled between the trunks of two blanched aspens. the water moved with every gust of wind, albeit in small, inconsequential waves. evening was approaching; the sun had long since begun its descent to make room for the rising moon.

bhediya sat in silence as she glared at her reflection. there was hatred in her gaze, a kind of resentment that had roots deeper than she could know. the council was no place for inadequacy but since her joining, it was all that she'd had to offer. the scout wondered aloud, why me? and waited longingly for a response.