02-23-2009, 10:49 PM
[html]Set later on the morning of Hanna's confession to Slay. I'm so nervous.
After her heartfelt conversation with Slay, Hanna didn't feel much like talking to anyone. Her eyes ached from the amount of saline she'd wept both before and after her confession, but there was one more person she needed to speak with. As hazardous to her health as it might be, Hanna needed to tell Cercelee how she felt. After all, it was her mate that made Hanna feel the way she was, and it might be better for Cer to hear it from the ebony lady herself as opposed to her piebald man.
After her heartfelt conversation with Slay, Hanna didn't feel much like talking to anyone. Her eyes ached from the amount of saline she'd wept both before and after her confession, but there was one more person she needed to speak with. As hazardous to her health as it might be, Hanna needed to tell Cercelee how she felt. After all, it was her mate that made Hanna feel the way she was, and it might be better for Cer to hear it from the ebony lady herself as opposed to her piebald man.
Hanna thrust a paw through the thin ice atop Oberon's Spring, lapping halfheartedly at the frigid water. She glared at her reflection, at the tell-tale signs of crying, and then sunk her face into the liquid, shaking her head back and forth. This would have been easier had she been Optime, but she'd not bothered to shift back after delivering her present to Slay. Finally withdrawing her head, she inspected herself. Not much better, but passable. Eh, who was she kidding, Cer would see right through it. Better get this over with.
She tipped her head back, letting a contralto howl release from her muzzle, requesting the presence of Cercelee. "speech!"