Bearclaw Valley But if you’re so smart

Ameline chuckled, and then her voice fell silent. Clowns…It must have been a part of how he viewed himself, she thought. And while she saw and loved him for his goofy nature, it was not all she saw in him.

She remembered the fight- the way he had shown his willingness to shed not only his own blood, but that of another so he might stake a claim on her. 

She remembered the man who had been chosen to help hunt in Sapphique- who had promised to have eyes for no other, and had returned with a blue shell which she treasured to this day. 

She remembered how quiet he had been when he’d returned from his search, distant as he processed the fact that he was on his own. 

She had seen him fight, hunt, make love…And saw in him all the pieces that were missing to her own puzzle. When she looked in his eyes, she too wondered if they could steal a moment together, hot and negligent. 

But as always, there was responsibility…And conversations that needed to take place, some time or another. The matter with Akavir was important, but not urgent. 

He’ll be a fool if he’th anything but proud. She remarked, staring deeply into his eyes.