Sing of Secret Sorrow

As Io wandered aimlessly towards wherever Deathbelle might be, the woman herself showed up right in her path. With a grin, she moved towards the taller woman. Affections were given and returned. Though they weren't lovers, they still loved one another. That wouldn't change. As Belle nuzzled into her, Io wrapped one slender foreleg to pull the woman closer in a quick embrace. With the changing of the territories, both had little time and it had been a long while since they'd seen one another.

Pulling back, she smiled up at the woman. "It's good to see you, Belle." She flipped open the flap of her pack and flashed a set of gourds within. "I thought, if you have the time, we might have a bit of a girls day. Sun, some drinks. Lots of talking." Iolaire was incredibly hopeful. She really needed to talk and Deathbelle was the only one that she felt comfortable baring her soul to.

"I'd love to hear about what's been happening in your life." And I'd really love to tell you about mine, she left unsaid. Her gaze was hopeful, but she hoped that she didn't look desperate.