He had been waiting on it for too long. He knew that he had feelings for Tsuki and he’d been giving her the space he was sure she needed, because of his unintentional scolding. He knew he angered her, but deep down he was denying it all, he just wanted to fantasize that she cared about him too, but he knew… he knew dearly that she had been angry when she left him. He found the wooden carving he had made for her and went for the borders of Dahlia, it was a quick walk, like a stone’s throw. Though it really wasn’t but it was too quick for Shawchert, or was it the other way around? He was anticipating to see her again, and he had his present in his hand waiting to present it to her.

He had to stand by the borders, hoping, thinking, wondering, would she forgive him? How much should he apologize, but he was not able to answer his own questions. The only way to find out is to howl you fool. He thought to himself, and with that he did, calling for Tsuki to come, to talk. He would not blame the woman for ignoring it, but seeing her beautiful face… it was… it was a thought he couldn’t bare to think about, he wanted to see her, to apologize. He held his present behind his back, ready to give it to her when she came. The present would hopefully make him convince her he really was deeply sorry.

He had waited, and had almost tried to howl again, when she did not come but soon he saw a shape, and saw she was coming! She was slow in doing so with the foreign dress she was wearing, but here she was. He smiled, though that disappeared when he could see the cold look on her face, and the single word that was said, seemed to make his own heart freeze. It took him a second to recompose himself. She was as beautiful as ever… and he made her so upset with him.

I have… I have come here to give you my apology… I let my tongue get away with me, and I … I said things that I should not have, I was wrong to assume any such thing that I did say.

He said, feeling he was doing such a poor job at apologizing. He held his hands out to present her the gift… it was a wooden rose, that he had painted with the oil paints that he had found earlier in the year… it was a blue-purple color, that he thought she would like.

I made this for you… though I know my words and my present cannot take the offense that I gave you away so easy, I just wish that you could forgive me.

He was forcing himself to look at her now, he could not let his eyes leave her or he was afraid that she would be gone forever and even a distant friendship could not be had, much less anything else.