Autumnal harvest

The young Ithuriel really was oblivious to poor Seshet’s plight. He might have caved more easily if pushed, but he didn’t even know what he really wanted. The boy was vastly intelligent, but there was quite a gap in his knowledge. His other half was quick to answer his question, mentioning grapes as their best fruit. He’d tasted apples before, but never grapes. ”Which do you prefer?” He asked curiously as he allowed his paws to carry him further into the forest, feeling odd when he left his maiden’s side. He paused, feeling like he was forgetting something. When his mind would not produce an answer Thoth found himself seeking out Seshet’s affections by nuzzling into her cheek briefly before turning back to his search.