It had been an especially long but good day. The dockhands had been helped out not with hefting loads, but with putting buttons to their shirts and mending a sleeve that had been ruined somehow or another while working.
While she was sewing on one of many buttons that day and taking the time to glance aside at the pile of more to see to for the dock workers, she overheard them talking amongst themselves.
A story was being told of a lost love, of a love gone wrong tragically. Some of the details of it left the small one from Llothgar sitting still and forgetting to sew the buttons on. She pressed self to continue but the rest of that afternoon it was Panther that she thought of.
It simply seemed that she could not be busy enough or distracted enough to not think upon the feline sort. More than two years since eyes had even touches his face or form. Years she had put hands and body to such paces that anyone should have been forgotten, hated.. or something.
A slight smile was there. She adjusted her seating atop one of the dockside crates and chose another button to afix to another shirt that looked as if it was one man's only shirt.
She drew thread and needle through a button's hole while she thought of talks of bells and cat's eye pendant. Of hunting. Of love. There had been talk by so many that a bonding was sure to come one day. The last though brought a pricking of her right thumb.
Lips eased her thumb. How he was missed, that it was so hard to breathe at times. Even then. None knew how steeply she cared, still cared for him.
A pang of guilt spent through her and traipsed over her heart. Company was kept with the Ranger and she was still thinking of Panther. It was a troubling thing. Surely, Panther must be dead to be gone so long. Surely she should be allowing herself to fully care for another person.
'jira flicked a looked towards the men and found that they had stopped talking. Murmuring a reassurance the asking for forgiveness for looking upset until they went back to talking. This time, to the small one's relief, they spoke of ships and cargo instead of some captain and lady's lost love and tragedy.
The button was finished and the shirt held out to one of them before she started on another. There were enough there to keep her to silence and hands busy for hours yet to come.
While she was sewing on one of many buttons that day and taking the time to glance aside at the pile of more to see to for the dock workers, she overheard them talking amongst themselves.
A story was being told of a lost love, of a love gone wrong tragically. Some of the details of it left the small one from Llothgar sitting still and forgetting to sew the buttons on. She pressed self to continue but the rest of that afternoon it was Panther that she thought of.
It simply seemed that she could not be busy enough or distracted enough to not think upon the feline sort. More than two years since eyes had even touches his face or form. Years she had put hands and body to such paces that anyone should have been forgotten, hated.. or something.
A slight smile was there. She adjusted her seating atop one of the dockside crates and chose another button to afix to another shirt that looked as if it was one man's only shirt.
She drew thread and needle through a button's hole while she thought of talks of bells and cat's eye pendant. Of hunting. Of love. There had been talk by so many that a bonding was sure to come one day. The last though brought a pricking of her right thumb.
Lips eased her thumb. How he was missed, that it was so hard to breathe at times. Even then. None knew how steeply she cared, still cared for him.
A pang of guilt spent through her and traipsed over her heart. Company was kept with the Ranger and she was still thinking of Panther. It was a troubling thing. Surely, Panther must be dead to be gone so long. Surely she should be allowing herself to fully care for another person.
'jira flicked a looked towards the men and found that they had stopped talking. Murmuring a reassurance the asking for forgiveness for looking upset until they went back to talking. This time, to the small one's relief, they spoke of ships and cargo instead of some captain and lady's lost love and tragedy.
The button was finished and the shirt held out to one of them before she started on another. There were enough there to keep her to silence and hands busy for hours yet to come.