make me feel brand new

Poem was anything but a small dainty flower that watched her figure or had ever been particularly vain. She was a warrioress, there was no time to make sure her fur lay perfectly on her body or to think about looking gluttonous. She didn’t even think about hiding her appetite, but it was her gulping swallows of water that was more likely to turn heads than the petite bird. She did eat rather daintily though, and she was careful with each strip of meat she pulled off. Poem looked up to the red marked man as he assured her that he wanted to do this. She lowered her eyes to the tiny bird at her paws as she blushed again at his kindness.

”Thank you, Sparhawk.” She told him bashfully with a soft smile on her dark lips. He really was a gentleman, there was no incentive to travel the miles with her, not that she could see at least. As the thought of saying goodbye at the border took her she wasn’t so sure she was looking forward to parting ways. That time wasn’t here yet, and for now she’d enjoy being in his calm presence. With his infectious smile and handsome features…

She shook herself internally and shifted her gaze before she could be accused of staring. She focused on her bird and was done not long after Sparhawk. Poem was bothered little by the bits of blood that stained her lips and paws, but she gave them a quick clean as he told her he was ready whenever she was. Poem looked back up to him and suddenly realized. ”Oh! Did you.. did you ever see if there was any clay worth harvesting?” She asked as the realities of real life reappeared. She’d come out here for her grandmother and had nearly forgotten while she forgot everything.