Bearclaw Valley i can't fight this time now

that morning the stormcloud awoke with a fluttering in her chest, a giddiness in her steps. nerves coursed through her veins, anxiety, vulnerability, excitement, anticipation —

her steps cut through the valley with a swift purpose, her nose low as she took to a recently marked footpath.

she had thought this over, uncovered her heart, lay bare her feelings and knew she would find only relief in the acceptance of it all. but there was fear too, of rejection, of tearing the stitches of old wounds open once more.

but she wanted this. yes, she wanted this, whatever the outcome may be. and so she chased after it with a racing heart, one step at a time leading her toward the distant figure of @Cole.