Lion Head Mesa noctilucent

(♥‿♥ )

it stung. she had not expected it to — for every time so far when her title had been spoken, it felt like a shawl. wrapping and warm. a comfort to her shoulders even if she must grow into it.

here it felt...garish. ugly. out of place in the moment she wanted. the moment that would not come.

a winding mind fluttered down memories of bathing in the wellspring, in the oasis of mereo. her cheeks felt burned in that moment. kissed by the sun like the colors of her fur.

you can't sleep? her voice felt disjointed from the rest of her. tone unreadable when her heart wished to reach out.