12-13-2011, 09:59 PM
Ayasha had tried to go on a patrol of the borders but ended up getting too distracted to pay attention to what she was doing. There was too much on her mind and she had tripped on low branches who knows how many times. Her mother was back and she knew that Ralla would be willing to talk to her and give her advice. She would probably even give her a hug, which she could use as well.
She had also not been sleeping well and had taken to doing extra patrols in the middle of the night. She had to reduce the urge to go to Liam, as much as she wanted to. She sighed and ran a hand through her mane. That boy was causing her to doubt so many things. Was all the junk he was going through worth it? Could he get his butterflies under-control? Would he be true to her and not hurt any pups they might have or her? She wasn’t sure about those things any more. A couple weeks ago, she would be able to say that she trusted him. She still loved him but would that last?
She climbed the treehouse ladder and waited outside. The conversation that she was going to have was not one for her siblings. She gently called, ”Mom? Can you come out here so we can talk?” She knew her mother would be awake and wouldn’t mind talking to her oldest child. Luckily, she had already told Ralla about the butterflies so that would be easier. She sighed yet again and paced as she waited for her mother, something she rarely did.
She had also not been sleeping well and had taken to doing extra patrols in the middle of the night. She had to reduce the urge to go to Liam, as much as she wanted to. She sighed and ran a hand through her mane. That boy was causing her to doubt so many things. Was all the junk he was going through worth it? Could he get his butterflies under-control? Would he be true to her and not hurt any pups they might have or her? She wasn’t sure about those things any more. A couple weeks ago, she would be able to say that she trusted him. She still loved him but would that last?
She climbed the treehouse ladder and waited outside. The conversation that she was going to have was not one for her siblings. She gently called, ”Mom? Can you come out here so we can talk?” She knew her mother would be awake and wouldn’t mind talking to her oldest child. Luckily, she had already told Ralla about the butterflies so that would be easier. She sighed yet again and paced as she waited for her mother, something she rarely did.