Weaving Tales

She was sure that she blushed as his lips met hers, it was much easier to tell in the daylight but at least the dark fur of her ears would hide the worst of it. Poem enjoyed the buzz of electricity that raced through her when he touched her. She was easily distracted as he mentioned his surprise and he led her away. She followed along beside him with excitement in her eyes and adventure in her heart. She was thrilled to be back in his presence and even more eager to have another night alone with him. Poem trusted Sparhawk, and she felt perfectly at ease scouting the wilderness with him.

Except it wasn’t the wilderness. The thicket, Abaven’s old lands, where the wildfire happened and where Noir had tried to… She blinked her eyes and shook herself mentally and forcefully rid herself of the thought. She couldn’t associate the thicket with that moment forever. From now on this was going to be her and Sparhawk’s place. She wouldn’t allow her brother to ruin her experience tonight.

They were close when Sparhawk suddenly broke away from her and grabbed their dinner. She gave him a victorious smile as he returned to her and led her to a smaller thicket entrance. Taking his cue and ducking inside first Poem was met with a cozy sight. They were surrounded on all sides with impenetrable brush, the familiar bear hide was set up beside the base of a fire pit. Poem felt her heart swell as she tried to contain the emotion that rose in her. Sparhawk prepared this for her, being the center of someone’s attention like this very nearly brought tears to her eyes as she settled by their dinner.

He sent a shiver over her entire body as he nuzzled against her softly, Poem hummed softly in return. Nearly purring with warmth as she basked in him. ”It’s so perfect, Sparhawk.” She said adoringly before turning her attention to the goose. Her father loved to eat fowl so as she broke the bird down, it was with practiced skill. By the time he had the fire going Poem had the goose tidily prepared for their consumption. "I'm so glad to be here with you," she admitted to him shyly, feeling the cool of evening coming on.