ooc: Back-dated for Aug. 30th. Early Evening
When one complication would end, another would take its place. A never ending cycle that made the woman sick to her stomach and want to be done with it all for a moment’s internal peace. What had she expected him to be doing all this time? Certainly not making something for her. Perhaps spending time with the strange African wolf or fashioning the pieces of his chess board. She did not know, nor did she care. She had only the assumptions that were made by the circumstances as they were. He had demanded she purge herself to show her love… and yet he did not come to her knowing her dwindling condition. She believed it was the disgust from the purging that kept him away, not this grand gift that he made for her.
And he would further salt into the wound, daring to say he could find another as the gift was wasted. Her head and ears dropped and tail slumped between her legs. Why…why could he not forgo his hard tone and speak to her as a lover would? Why did he have to bring insult, upon insult, upon hurtful word? Was this the show of his love for her? This…indifference?
“I just came to speak to you, X’ies…that was all.” She looked down at the gift he had left for her, then to his back as he walked toward his earned domain. “…that was all.” Her tore her gaze away from the mantle, then let her form follow into a descent down the mountain façade. Perhaps whomever he took to mate with would see the work spent into the cloak and come to praise him for his skill. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything more, less she risk her words again being used against her. She was tired…so very tired. And sought only the simplicity it seemed the Ancestors would not grant her.