When the hour was as late as it was that night, s'jira normally did not venture to walk or ride to the small home she had that lay beyond the northern walls of the great city.
But Panther was with her and there was no thought to any possible dangers of the cold, highwaymen, or else along that path that night.
She pulled the simple, brown cloak about self and over the white, long-sleeved dress. The cloak had been a gift from Katt, along with the boots the small woman currently wore, and kept her as well and warm as possible against the Winter's wind and snows.
Still, she sought his arm out when she could bare it no longer, to to be in contact with him. "Beloved..." Snow crunched beneath small, booted feet. The scent of her was the oils she had used for that bath taken after so long a bout of not sleeping since his return.
Half-afraid to pain him but guilt and more weighed on her to know that there was much he did not know of her goings-on for the last few years. Darkness around them, she sought out the moon's reflection on the snow here and there, occasionally looking up to him.
"...is there questions had of ...of me in the time you have lost from here?"
But Panther was with her and there was no thought to any possible dangers of the cold, highwaymen, or else along that path that night.
She pulled the simple, brown cloak about self and over the white, long-sleeved dress. The cloak had been a gift from Katt, along with the boots the small woman currently wore, and kept her as well and warm as possible against the Winter's wind and snows.
Still, she sought his arm out when she could bare it no longer, to to be in contact with him. "Beloved..." Snow crunched beneath small, booted feet. The scent of her was the oils she had used for that bath taken after so long a bout of not sleeping since his return.
Half-afraid to pain him but guilt and more weighed on her to know that there was much he did not know of her goings-on for the last few years. Darkness around them, she sought out the moon's reflection on the snow here and there, occasionally looking up to him.
"...is there questions had of ...of me in the time you have lost from here?"