This is a crappy post; my next ones will be better.

Her chores were finished early enough, leaving the Amara without much else to do but wonder what to do instead. She twisted hair about her fingers, periwinkle eyes focusing on the ground as each new step was taken. Subconsciously, she wandered to the stables, the scent of horses carrying her without much need for thought. It didn't take long to cross the village; she certainly didn't expect what she found, apart from the horses. A dark figure appeared to be having trouble, bending for something without being able to reach it. The scent on the air was familiar, and it didn't take long for the reddish female to realize just who it was. Nayati's woman, Liliana.

She wasn't the sort to be so rude as to walk away, though she did not approach until the pregnant female was sitting. "Do you need assistance?" Her question was backed on a voice that displayed little in the way of sympathy, of course; she still hadn't accepted her friend's choice in woman, for she'd so desperately believed he would find his way into her niece's heart, and it wasn't hard to see past the traces of pack respect that she was not impressed with the doggish creature on the ground before her. Her eyes scanned the area before them for what she might have been trying to find — wood was all it could really be and she approached the pile to lift some into her arms without prompting. A gentle tsk left her tongue: "Nayati should really be doing this when his woman is so far along." The words were spoken to herself, but not in a tone quiet enough to shield them from the world.

Afaik, they haven't.

She didn't apologize for the intrusion, or the surprise she gave; after all, she was still angry with Nayati. It didn't seem apology was needed. The woman explained about the reason for her wander to the stables, and about the absence of the white Utina male, in a quiet voice that made Chitsa pause to hear. An off-hand shrug was given: "He's so thoughtless sometimes." It wasn't entirely true. In their youth, Nayati had never truly been thoughtless. It was only recently that she'd come to believe him so.

The wood was carted out to the cart without much difficulty; carefully, she dropped the firewood into the cart and dusted her hands off carefully before returning to get another armful. "The Town Hall always has a fairly high pile of wood; it might have been easier for you to get it from there." She didn't presume to know the younger woman's mind, but felt it was best to at least suggest it. There was no reason to cause undue stress in her condition. Again, her mind returned to the absent Nayati and she frowned as she gathered another armful of firewood.

A sigh escaped her as she came back for a third. "I'm Chitsa Amara; we've never formally met." It seemed as if her introduction was an afterthought, as she knew she'd never truly met the dark woman. It was only through the scent of Nayati, and a brief glimpse of her in the Great Tribe, that she understood who the woman was.