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With a heart unburdened and bag stuffed with herbs for the pack healers or any brother or sister that could use them, Palaydrian made her way back through New Dawn towards the densite from her secret garden. Her chat with Fayne earlier had desperately been needed and her eyes were still a bit puffy from the amount of crying that had occurred, but the fae felt rejuvenated if not at complete peace again. After bidding her silver sister goodbye, the woman first wished to make her way towards the falls in Avalon. She needed to remove the veil of intoxicating scent from her body and cool off her own naughty thoughts as water seemed to keep the ridiculous ache at bay. Heat was beautiful thing if one was mated, but she had learned embarrassingly a few days ago, that heat could also turn a normally chaste woman into a harlot. Centering herself and her mind would benefit Jiva in the long run. Drin had already put the poor man through so much already, and despite all her heat driven advances, the wolfdog had remained a gentleman and extinguished her fires, knowing she wasn’t in the right state of mind.
The water felt amazing and purifying against the young optime’s body. She swam about experimentally, feeling how her bumps, bruises, and cuts felt in the water. Nothing burned or screamed out in pain, so she supposed that was a good sign and as she waded to the shore, she realized the form she had seen close to the falls was actually someone she knew. A smile began to form on her lips as she balled up the bandages that had been wrapped about her ribs earlier and stuffed them into her bag carrying the herbs. A few hours off shouldn’t hurt, she thought to herself, though her ribcage still stuck out a bit further than her breast line and she had been told to keep it wrapped tightly till the swelling descended. Ah well, it was springtime, and if she wasn’t mistaken, that was Titania in the shade.
Palaydrian raised a hand in greeting as she approached from the sunny stretch of the field. She wrung her golden locks out on the way, her satchel draped over her right shoulder. Reaching the shade of the rock wall, Drin lowered herself to a sitting position beside her sleepy alphess. Beautiful day? A musing question as her eyes followed Titania’s gaze to where she had just come from. Paradise was indeed held in these lands.
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