Whitefish River Spring Fever

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Dated April 14th. Day 1 of heat.

Weeks went by. Malila was still in the company of @Veran, although she did not pressure him to stick around in the least. They had met purely by chance and she had tried to latch herself too fast. It had all been because of those damned effects of the spores they had breathed in that first night. If he did choose to stay close, she would seize every chance she got in getting to know him better. She had acted rashly many times before. Malila was a mature young woman now. She needed to stop and start using her head.

And speaking of maturity...

Newly transitioned from teenager to woman, a change was abuzz in the very air of the vanilla and chocolate female. She awoke to find her step more lively, etched with a peculiar, un-identified purpose. Fitful and restless, she was driven by forces never felt before. Her scent was much more potent than it had ever been before. She knew it could attract attention, wanted or not. Veering away from Veran for several hours, Malila's solitary travels took her inadvertently to a destination of great significance. Whitefish River.

Her birthplace.

The familiar rush and babble of churning water greeted her ears. Grass on which she had once stood under foot once again. The terrain of the old territory was largely the same. Unchanged, but abandoned. Her breath hitched as she passed through her old home. Eerie silence surrounded her. Drawn to the riverside, she knelt down to drink, taking from the very source which had lent her life.