Lost little lamb

How did she ever doubt him? She watched the charm swish and sing, doing exactly what she had hoped it would do. It reflected back in a glittering gleam the flickers of the fire into her eyes and across the room. She felt him press his lips over her head again and she felt her worries and stammers melt away. Disposable... Did she really think she was? Had she not been disposable all her life up until this point? Up until she found someone that regarded her safety as paramount over her usefulness.

"You..." She started, as she got up and set the tea on the fire, stocked the coals and added a log, "are a wonder." She finished, looking at him, how did she get so lucky to find someone that cares as much about her as he did?

She stepped back towards him, and pushed herself into his chest and shoulder in an embrace, tucking her head into the crook of his neck and shoulder.

She drew in a deep and steadying breath, full of his scent.

She drew back and placed her own soft kiss on his cheek.

She sighed, and accepted any of his returning affections.

She curled up in his arms, waiting for the kettle to boil and steep, and brushed her paws over his arm, tracing the blue patterns in his fur.

"I made some wire in the smithy, and smelted some iron. The delivery of dried meat was finally stored properly. I saw-" she paused, unsure if she should bring this up... but... Maybe it was time, "I saw Spider in the Col today. They still seem off. We should really tell them. They might even already have an idea." Her voice was low, a little sorrowful. With how they had been at the party... She dreaded the conversation, she hoped Spider would understand. Or at least one day forgive... Her.


"Ignita"