Feeling Blue

Almost like a pup with it's parent, Cirrus began to wag when Tiros complemented her and cleaned a bit of the blood from her muzzle. She was devoted. Besotted. Obsessed. In love. It was all Tiros. Nothing else mattered. Without him she would surely waste away and die. Not because she was incapable, but because there was no existence without him. Nothing. Else. Mattered.

As Tiros moved off to fill his own belly, Cirrus cleaned the blood from her maw and paws a bit. Then, since he was still eating, the clouded woman rose and began moving around the area, inspecting this and that. The scent of water was on the air and she moved towards it, finding a small stream of crisp, clear water running from the base of the mountain. Stepping into the chilly water, Cirrus drank, the remnants of blood washing away into the stream.

The woman seated herself on the bank, knowing that Tiros would follow her scent to this place. She looked to the sky, noting the darkening shades of evening. It looked as though they would spend one more night here in the cavern. At least one more night. Tiros was the mastermind; the leader. She went where he wanted to go.

"Speech"