Finding what is lost

Morning. The earth continues to rotate and morning always arrives. Fitful half sleep dogged her dreaming heels. Fear mixed with curiosity and a lust she had never known roiled within. What had she done? Nothing, they had done nothing. Except unveil and twist a new confusing layer of her bond with him.

She lay on the bed, her golden eyes open, thinking thinking thinking thinking. No solutions only the same moment replaying in her head over and over again. Trying to determine if she had done something that had turned the tide down this path herself. They were talking about Charlie, the darkness was around them, and he pulled her closer. The thought made the skin under her pale thin fur bloom a rosy hue.

She sighed and buried her head under the furs. If the world could just swallow her up and solve all the problems of the heart. She was torn, so torn. If she involved herself with Bas, she risked everything, if she involved herself with Spider she risked more, if she denied herself any of it at all... Self control was not one of her strengths, not when something was new and exciting.

A knock on the door. He wanted to talk about Charlie. Yes, they had to find Charlie. She debated far longer than she ought to. She didn't want to see his face. She can't police her emotions and expressions like he could. Everything was on her face all the time.

She took a breath in to steady her nerves then got up, shook her pelt hard, and then opened the door. Her fur in more disarray than usual, her eyes darted to his then glued themselves to the ground. A rosy hue evident through the white of her fur around her ears, nose and over her cheeks.

"I-I don't really know which way he went." She stated, her voice halting. She didn't know the mines and where one would go for his materials.

"Ignita"