King Elk Forest the sweet relief of knowing nothing comes for free

no worries! sorry for mine!

beneath her touch, she felt the subtle gathering of muscles, and drew back to regard the closing expression on delight's gentle features. for a long moment, mona allowed the silence to pass — delight ended its slipping with a question to which the mayfair did not truly have an answer.
"i ... because i didn't like the idea of you being alone," she rejoined in a small voice, murkwater eyes finding delight's own gaze for an iota of time before she turned them toward her small scarlet forepaws and their cardinal brightness against the snow. "i don't want anyone to be alone." and now the quiet stretched between them ribbonlike, tautening as mona wondered if she had overstepped in any way.