Self-fulfilling Prophecy

Her body craved more, ached for it. Just as Luck was beginning to suspect what it was she really wanted her mind seemed to catch up to her. The tiny girl was suddenly jerking away. She reared back though not far as his foreleg still held her close. Her face pulling from his fur felt like a part of her had been severed.

She kept her eyes down focused on his chest. “So uh-“ Her voice wavered and she visibly flinched, damn if only she could keep hold of her wildly running emotions. “Do y’think- Do you think we ought to get going?” It was less of a question and more of a request.

Luck wanted nothing more than to sink back into his chest but she really needed time to think, and if they were going to be traveling it would give her an excuse to separate enough from him that she could hopefully get her thoughts back in order.




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