Marked By Destiny

Was she feeling better yet? Of course Ritsuka was thinking about Gossamir. Ever since she got sick at the hunt Ritsuka had been stealing quick visits by her den to visit her, to check if she was okay. Most of the time he didn?t linger, though he?d bring her things to eat every so often. Though Ritsuka didn?t say it allowed he hated the thought of the fae being ill... To know she was hurting in some way. Blizzard?s words would echo in the back of his mind.

Okay, so maybe he did care for Gossamir more than he would admit to anyone else. She was a fae with spunk and fire, despite her small size, and the brute liked that about her, honestly. Gossamir wasn?t a fae who would simply hide if there was danger... No... She would face it readily. She was one who could stand on her own and not completely rely on others, as faes that he had met before tended to do.

Ritsuka was actually near one of the dens he had seen Gossamir use, and so the male decided to drop by and check on her. Emerald orbs would shine just a bit as he neared the entrance, calling softly in case the fae was asleep inside. ?Gossy-- Uh... Gossamir??

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