Larkwing is not in a good mood. Can you blame her, though? First, she has to brave enemy territory to collect a disobedient apprentice and subsequently gets her bones rearranged, following that she has to get them
shoved back in proper alignment and, on top of that, her conversation with Stormstar left her feeling... admittedly, a little gutted
(at least that's what her roleplayer is assuming, this interaction is set after that conversation that hasn't happened yet!). And, more than that... she's apparently pregnant now, too. Yay...? Probably...?
The poppy seed she'd taken before the splinting of her leg and her tail left her drowsy, and the absence of adrenaline doesn't do much to aid in making her
not nearly nod off. She doesn't want to sleep, her mind is still active and her body's still in so much pain. Plus... there's a certain cat she's hoping to see walk through the den's entrance, blue-grey pelt shining with the glow of a cat who was once again becoming healthy. She'd worried so much for him, and he'd worried for her and... and now she has perhaps a relationship ruining secret to share with him.
They'd never spoken much about the future, never spoken at all about
themselves and whatever this... thing they had together was. Clearly they meant a lot to each other, and clearly that feeling was mutual, but... Larkwing wasn't certain it was permanent on Fishfreckle's end. She'd never known something to be
permanent before. Would she scare him away? Would she scare
herself away? Run away for real this time and raise their children alone? She knows what rejection feels like. She's prepared for that. She has no idea how to prepare for the possibility of acceptance, though.
She smells him coming before she sees him, and her head shoots up from where it had been resting on white tipped paws, lips pursed as a white muzzle pokes into the den, followed by the rest of him.
"Fishfreckle," she greets, unable to restrain her smile despite how nervous she is.
[ @Dark - fishy ]
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