Broken Antler Fen She loves pop songs, and dancing, and bad trash TV

Maia had never hoped to feel off before in her life, but as the weeks went, she found herself waiting with bated breath for any sign that something was different. So far, nothing. Had they done... enough? She'd enjoyed the time but after hadn't felt like it was any better than the closeness she and Eljay shared normally. She was glad that it didn't seem to mean much more to him than it did to her, but should she have tried a little more?

She didn't know if @Eljay was worried or not, she hadn't asked. They'd spoken of hopes and she did not want to dwell on the negative, not until she was sure.

Today she was skirting the fens, paws squelching slightly in the damp mud around the banks. In case things did pan out, she needed to up her storytelling arsenal. It had been a while.

Once there was a dragon that lived in the upper branches of a wide, enchanted forest, she started, speaking quietly to herself and looking up. He was the guardian of everyone who lived within it and chased any dangers away with his terrifying presence. But all who lived there knew that he was gentle. Hmmm. She liked the image of a giant dragon wound in the branches above, but she would need to pick a theme and a conflict. She thought on it, gaze distant as she allowed story to form in her mind.