Duskfire Glacier all this rotting fruit with you

She was not blind and her nose was not broken.

The scents of the land hinted spring was upon them. The women changed and she was sure the men would notice as well. Why did it spur something ugly within the soft woman?

Some deep dread of...missing out. An ugly grip of envy upon her heart.

All of these things she tried to ignore. Seclude herself away. Perhaps only keep to @Imaq 's presence the most. Her fellow soft medic did plenty to soothe her every other time they had encountered each other. Why would it not work now?

Either way there had been a change in Iana herself. One of mood and temperament. Such could be noticeable as she attempted to work on an unfinished pelt. Stripping with perhaps too much aggression for her.