Don't judge me, cuz if you did I could judge you

Atreyu had been searching the feral gardens that sprawled wild in the courtyards of this place when Bigs finally found her. Her paws were dirty from digging up beneficial plants and giving them better soil to grow in for the Austerian spring. 'Azriel sent me to fetch you, he is in the room.' Atreyu didn't have to ask what Bigs meant by "the room," it was the one they had been sharing since arriving on the island. Giving a small smile to the little naked dog, nodding her head, "Well, he knows how to build anticipation, doesn't he? Did he tell you what it was about?" The small chihuahua mix shook his black and tan head in the negative, his mohawk following the motion. Of course, he hadn't told Bigs what he wanted her for, and her teenaged mind ran rampant with it.

Shaking the lustful thoughts from her head, Atreyu followed Bigs back to the room, stopping the small dog at the door. "Stay out here, I'm sure he will want this to be just us for now. Unless you hear differently, stay out here, please?" Though she said please, her words were more of an order than a request, and her facial features and tone said as much. Not knowing what Azriel needed her for, she put on a more formal expression and walked into their room. "Bigs said you needed me?" She asked in warm tones, her voice carrying notes of curiosity and concern. Was everything alright? Had something dreadful happened? Did he not want to marry her anymore? The pink, ocelot-spotted lady tried not to let those thoughts circle her mind, but dread clawed at her mind anyway. Atreyu knew he would not have sent Bigs to get her if it were something like that. It must be something else then. Kissing Azriel's cheek, Atreyu came to sit before him - not as his betrothed or friend, this time. Atreyu felt this was a talk for her as a leader. Wrapping her tail around gloved front paws, Atreyu looked him over and noted the slightly raised quills and his expression.

He looked every bit like a concerned father worrying over the behavior of his children, "Are you alright?" That was always a loaded question with her family and friends. Yes, aside from the scars, most of them were hanging in there - but that didn't mean their trauma didn't lurk beneath the surface like a hungry alligator. Could that be what bothered Azriel? She stayed quiet, waiting to hear his answer and trying not to let her mind think about the way her heart seemed to stop at the thought of him not wanting her. Did she really feel so strongly about him already? Closing her eyes briefly, Atreyu pushed those thoughts from her mind, focusing on Azriel's purpose and not the what-ifs of things.

"Atreyu" || "Azriel"