Black Morass in the middle of the night

the air seemed heavier as ione moved through the familiar paths that wound through imperium. the soft press of her paws against the earth was careful, deliberate, her steps carrying her toward the place she knew @Kovictus would linger.

there was no mistaking the change beginning to stir within her, a warmth blooming beneath her skin that sent her thoughts spiraling toward him. this was a truth that could not wait, not with what lingered on the horizon, and she could not leave her husband unaware.

the scent of him drifted faintly on the air, and her pace quickened, the resolve in her chest tempered by the faint tremor of nerves. she called softly, her voice low but unwavering.