Deepwood Weald [m] one for the money

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emotional and perhaps a little hard to get LOL, sorry this took me so long to get up

the snow was illuminated by the moon in such a wonderful way. atka watched what fell between the branches in wonder, anything to contrast the fire beneath her skin. she had meant to suppress this season; she'd meant to keep this sweet, suffocating scent away. nonetheless, it was here. no flora could drive it away, anything she'd ingested falling short of success.

they had not spoken of it. @dreven knew what had happened to the life she'd carried and it seemed he wouldn't dare ask. atka felt her womb had been condemned, though her design disagreed.

she'd slipped from his side earlier in the night, unsure if he'd awoken. in a hurry she'd pressed a kiss to his side and left him whispers that she'd return, though he hadn't stirred. atka hadn't strayed far, though she felt she needed to run; to run far away from the shame that clung to her shivering body. sweltering and cold all at once, she knew what would satiate it. she'd hadn't remembered being this emotional!

she was afraid of what could happen, and thought of what did happen. she thought of the sweet little faces she could have met.

 frightened, deprived, and burdened with guilt- need, atka waited for dreven's inevitable approach.