OOC here!
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Orin knew that she had been cutting it close on her journey, but she really meant to be back in d’Arte by now. Traveling with the puppy had made the trip take twice as long as she expected, and being around so many strange females had changed her in a slight way – a way she wasn’t aware of, until now. Of course her body had begun to speak to her a day ago, and she knew that her timing had been wrong and she underestimated it, which was another reason why she had come to the Court. Close to home, this place was safer for her right now than the wilds. Her scent would draw out every last thing that goes bump in the night.
Then again, a devilish part of her was happy that Mars had been the one to find her here instead of her brother. There was only a moment of surprise when he mentioned Niro, her ears tilting back. “Is he not here…?” she muttered, but her mind was cloudy and she was suddenly not worried about her sturdy and capable brother. Who knows how long Mars had been back, maybe it was perfectly reasonable that the men hadn’t met yet. She decided not to question it, for now.
His arm slid around her waist and she was suddenly pulled in close to her friend. She gave a happy little yip and slipped her arm around his back. “Oooh…” She lost herself for a moment, swooning as she looked up at the charming grin pressed onto Mars’s muzzle. Had her timing truly been wrong, or was it just too right?
A moment later a mischievous grin came to her own features as she grabbed for Spot’s reigns and let Mars lead them through the Court. Sarian was fairly obedient the whole time, running circles around them to see everything, but never going too far from Orin. Only once did she have to command her back to her side and scold her. Her maternal instincts were on high right now, and Sarian was inclined to obey the authority in her voice.
As they neared their destination, she leaned in to Mars. The walk to the house had been almost painful. For once Orin couldn’t fill it with idle chatter, even though the two old friends had plenty of catching up to do. For some reason, none of that felt important right now. Being here, back in the Court, with Mars… it was like the world spoke to her core, and fogged her thoughts. The soft breeze that tugged at her coat sent tingles throughout – and so did Mars’s touch. It was all she could do to walk straight and hold on to Spot’s tether, what with the way the world seemed to take on a whole new sense.
When they finally reached the house, she dropped the mare’s reigns. She was docile and obedient, and wouldn’t wander far. There had been once when Orin was surprised that Mars didn’t tether Vox, but now she understood.
Sarian ran ahead to inspect the yard, and Orin leaned in to Mars. “You know,” she whispered. “I’m pretty sure she’ll be distracted for a while…”
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