Herbalists' Cache supposed to be on stage, but fuck it, i need a minute

she follows him. to this, in reply, his tail lashes. once, like an agitated cat and then once again. her footsteps fast, paced, to catch up to the relentless stride he set. he felt her graze his flank, and then soon she was shoulder to shoulder, and yet his eyes remained forwards.

if he looked at her, he would break.

he thinks of suliya, though. he thinks of how he knew when sun eater suggested he go to her, that he would not be able to follow through. gjalla, she was far too embedded in his heart. a perfect, amethyst stone that slotted into her own personal seat upon his calloused, crag of a heart. to this he huffs.

when her nose finds his scruff and noses gently there, the man looks at her. she beckons him, goes forward, and he stops for several seconds. debating. thinking. but he moves, eventually, like he knew he would. allowing her to lead him. his eyes lacking much emotion falling over her, kneading their way emotionally through the rivulets of her raven fur, tracing the curve of her muscled body.