Wapun Meadow the smell of home, like sour peaches and linen
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couldn't resist


Arielle made frequent trips to the meadow for plants; this place was a healer's dream. Her stores were so stocked full right now, but still she added more. She was keeping busy, pointedly ignoring anything going on within her that might confirm her fears. 

And Aves had been absent. She had felt the shift immediately and anytime she thought too much about it, tears threatened to give away how much it hurt to know that he was avoiding her. She had less control over her emotions lately, less control over the weak tears that fought to be free of her control. She felt the loneliness she was so terrified would find her again, even when the bruin-jaw was home. 

So plants became her obsession; it was easier to work than to sit with all the things that filled her with fear and the sting of rejection. 

She had picked up his scent on a few of her trips but it had always been old. He had been here the day before or earlier in the day. But now it was fresh; he was here now, and she found that she couldn't leave him be.

When she got closer and heard the sounds of retching and smelled the bitter scent of bile, she momentarily forgot all the complicated emotions swirling in her heart and mind. She only felt worry. Arielle dropped the plants she had been carrying and trotted over to him. Aves? the question was soft and unsure. Are you okay?
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RE: the smell of home, like sour peaches and linen - by Arielle - April 29, 2022, 01:40 PM