Childish Fears

Duchess had fallen into some kind of dimension of this life she had with Noir. A generally happy one she made herself believe. Though it was almost like every step after the other was the same. Everyday she was doing the same. She was caring for him, hunting, cooking, physically being there for him every night and time he wanted. Whether that was just a body to hold or more beyond that she forced herself not to care. Noir probably wouldn't have a clue, and she was fooling herself along the way too.

They were wanderers so moving from one place to another was nothing new though she knew his general avoidance of the eastern lands. She never really asked why, if it was something he wanted to talk to her about then she would have listened for him. But she wouldn't pester him not that he really gave her a reason not to. It was just this silent fear of doing something to upset him, and in the end making him leave her. Drastic maybe, but it was just the core of how she felt about herself and her life.

They had made steps towards the thicket, maybe a little reluctantly, she couldn't tell. She didn't question. If they would be staying in the south eastern lands here she'd do nothing less than set up their camp and make it home for the night.

"Duchess"