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ooc: Feb 14th. Later that night...
The hours wore on slowly form that afternoon and still the woman sat within the darkness, reclined against the inner wall of the den waiting for everything and nothing. Her mind was troubled by what had happened earlier that day, the hurt she felt brought on by her mate’s mistrust. Yes… she could still call him that. Anything other would have been a stain on their promise to each other, to love and care for each other regardless of the circumstances. She had held onto that promise regardless of the transitions she endured and yet, she could not in confidence say the same of him. And this bothered her greatly.
And though she was lost in the musing of her troubled mind, she did not readily seek to clear it. There was no cause for her to do so as of yet, or rather there was, but she sought not to accommodate him. She had made her intentions clear, spoken only truth to him. Did he not see that her love for him extended beyond their ranks? Never had she brought her position to light when it was only the two of them, and yet he would seek to bring it up now solely because he thought she was courting a male worth her wiles. It churned her stomach that he would assume something like that of her and brought about a pain so severe her busied fingers nearly snapped the worked craft between them.
Again, she had taken to busying her kinds to rid herself of these unpleasant thoughts. Again she played with her beads and feathers as well as intertwining finely cut scraps of hide into her designs. Nothing truly extraordinary was meant to manifest, but she was content to try and bide her time. She had the night to test herself and perhaps the morning if she worked on through the time. But surely there would be no need for that. Eventually her attention to the craft would be broken and she would be detoured to a restful sleeping lacking of the stress procured earlier that day. She would find herself asleep this night resting against the warm fur of her mate. Or at least, she hoped that would be how the night played out.