Blackfeather Woods White rose petals

@Rowan
and so it begins..

It was strange, her entire life she had been called to the song of the sea. The rhythmic sound of the waves had calmed her, the sharp smell of sea salt a comfort to her frayed nerves. She was a child of the ocean and now she could no longer hear her call, her scent not cradling her any longer. This confused the sunspot, her mind seemed to wander just as her paws did.

There was a comfort here though, something about the sway of the trees could calm her. The sharp scent of roses and timber a far cry from the sea but still, it could relax her. She use to think that she had to be near the water, that the thought of being so far from the lapping waves would deprive her and yet she was alright.

Warmth flooded her cheeks as she thought of the boy she was now sharing this place with, how she found strength in his presence. The silent girl smiled as she thought of him and what they would recreate, a home he desired. A home she now desired. Would he let her stand by his side or would she simply be a follower? Should she dare ask?