[/html]Sparrow was one to suffer in silence. Well, she had thought, I'm not suffering. But, she definitely was not happy.
She did not want to upset the elderly woman that had arranged all of this, this mateship to this man she barely knew. The woman knew little next to nothing about this guy, only that he was friends with Vesper. So, that meant he couldn't be too bad, right? And, in the end this was helping Inferni, right? So then, who was she to reject the arrangement, and possibly insult the aged, one-eyed Lykoi matriarch and their clan? So, she preserved in silence.
She supposed just because she was mated to him, it did not necessarily mean that she had to hold the pretense of being in love with him. She was a terrible liar, after all, and something like this--she could never put on a facade like this with any success. So, she went on her daily business, even after it was announced to the others that they were together. She rarely talked to him, and when she did, it was quiet, respectful, and direct talking, and only happened when they saw each other in passing when their duties somehow crossed paths. Hardly such of a female in love.
It could have been worse, she supposed. At least, that's what she had been telling herself as she sat among the flowers, taking in their color before they would leech away in the colder months to come. As for now, the sun shone bright and strong, warming her earthy brown mane and her cloaked body. A pale purple petal was stroked under her careful finger-tips as she mused over her situation. From what she gathered from the man--her mate, she gently reminded herself--he wasn't unkind. He was nice, maybe a bit too loud. Again, that was all she knew about him, and she sighed. What really did she expect? To slowly fall for another quiet man or woman and for all the pieces to fit together perfectly? She was reminded her life was not a puzzle easily solved.
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