Wapun Meadow the smell of home, like sour peaches and linen

He said he needed some time, but it felt like he had actually asked for space. She felt the distance and it felt like someone was ripping out her insides. She knew he was upset about the possibility that she might be pregnant, but she wasn't sure how else she could make it up to him. Making him happy seemed to require more than what she could offer. But he was hers, and she would try until she no longer drew breath. Okay, she finally said. It was with quite a bit of difficulty that she kept her torment from her tone. 

She nodded when he said he would tell the others soon. She wondered who would follow them and who would go their own way. Cyril was the only one she particularly cared about joining them. The beardog could stay and rot in the rift for all she cared. And Pandora showed potential but there was no trust there yet. 

She drew in his scent before stepping away. I still have some plants to collect, she told him. She wanted him to join her but she felt weird asking right now. She didn't know if being with her was helping or not. I won't be gone too long. If he wanted to join, then he could. Otherwise, she would turn and trot away.