Crafty, Crafty
10-31-2019, 06:19 PM
All that Asvor cared about was that she and Valdis, and the rest of Legion, were safe and sound after the volcanic eruption. The loss of their homelands didn't matter to her quite as much, though she knew it would affect her mate much more than it ever would herself - the small herb store she'd built up had been meager at best, her plants wilted and weathered, and it wouldn't be until spring until she properly replenished it. Moving locations wasn't much of a problem for her and she was glad to be further away from the threat of the volcano, the effects of which were still lingering to this day. She couldn't help but wonder what far-reaching effects it might have, for not only months but years into the future, as she descended into the basin. But her thoughts shifted quickly when the scent of Valdis touched her nose, and then her figure appeared in the distance not long after. A rare, genuine smile - one that she seemed to elicit so easily - touched her lips as she drew closer, observing the body that lay near her lover's paws as she approached. "Looks like you're up to no good," Asvor quipped lightly as she moved to sit alongside her, eyeing the items she'd brought. |
