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Aranya


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12-30-2013, 08:30 PM



DON'T KNOW WHATCHA GOT
'TIL IT'S GONE


The much improved male burst from the cover of the forest, and grinned. Aranya could not help but return the smile, pleased as always to see the happy-go-lucky male. TO watch him recover over the days they had spent in each other's company had been more rewarding for the young fae than she ever could have guessed at. It soon became that Nuka's successes and accomplishments were her own, and she was growing quite fond of his companionship. She had almost forgotten what it was like to be alone. Almost. For now, she looked back down the gully and smiled. "I'm sure we'll find something to eat here. It looks like it'd be gorgeous here when the season turns, there's bound to be some game lurking about." Aranya began to pad down the slope, carefully picking her way down the safest path. There was still a thin layer of snow on the ground, and she was careful not to twist an ankle on a log or stone.




She remembered with a low giggle the first day she had met the male, and had tumbled down nearly on top of him. It still embarrassed her, honestly, and she felt her fur heat up the smallest bit. She shook her head gently, trying to get the semi-horrifying moment out of her mind. Why in the gods names Nuka had decided to stick around, she would never know. She was grateful though, that could not be denied. Being alone, she decided, sucked. She looked over her shoulder, looking over the male's frame. He certainly had gained his muscle back, and his frame was quite well built. Aranya wondered how much time they had left. The want to know had been gnawing at her for quite some time, and was in some ways driving her mad. She took a deep breath, and almost before she knew what she was doing, asked, "How much longer do you suppose we'll be traveling together, Nuka?" She cursed herself immediately, and froze a pleasant expression on her face before the fear of being alone could creep into her eyes. Perhaps blissful ignorance would have been better after all...




"Speech," Thoughts,