Chimera Fields pathetique

Oh, she didn't like how he uncomfortably raked the earth with a forepaw. Like he had something to say that he didn't want to.

Belharra, amazingly, kept her trap shut until he spoke.

Oh.

He was leaving.

She frowned, not liking this news and not liking how much she disliked this news either. She guessed she had taken his presence for granted, and now.. Now he was going to go.

It was his right to do so. Belharra understood the wanderer's heart, for she had it herself. It didn't make parting with him any easier.

"Oh. Well, ye gotta do what ye gotta do." Belharra offered uncomfortably, unable to meet the serpent's gaze. She would never talk him out of it - he needed to wander as much as she needed her mouth to wander - it's just who they were. How they were made.

Shame, though.