Sun Mote Copse so[m]eone else's dream

marked as mature only because she's in heat.

she awoke one morning to find herself swathed in a perfume of her own making.  with excitement, she checked in with antha before she slipped quietly from the territory and into the wilds.

she wanted to be held in the arms of a stranger.  more than that, she wanted to swell with life.  though she knew the latter would never come, she thought the former might be attainable.  she set herself about the copse, searching for another.

have a confused gal :3c

she did not recognize the scent that lured her in today. but it led her somewhere beautiful. somewhere between the brand new scents and sights, she found herself with a pep in her step. still following the trail, not realizing how close she was to another.

Looly-looly-loolenki
Where are you, little doves?
Come descend upon the bed.

a lullaby sung in a songbird tone as she traveled along. a declaration to the stranger of her bubbling arrival.

the one she found was not capable of providing her deepest desire, but a warm embrace she might still find.  tessa matched the girl's energy as she drew near.  not a dove, but a sparrow, she said in reference to herself, hello.

a sparrow.

a sparrow who wore the very scent that nala had accidentally (not...wholly accidentally, she assumed) followed after.

hello, softer now, sheepish under the champagne gaze of the other woman.

sparrows are better than doves anyway. she offered, hushed breathy laughter following. her heart pumped blood to her ears, a roaring rush of adrenaline and anxiety. i didn't mean to disrupt you either way, sparrow.

a lie, really.