knew what she was doing when she invited the wild in
She knew perfectly well that they were kittens – lifting her head to indicate with a punctuated eyeroll, before her hands were full of fur and mewls. She obediently sat down, while Fangorn attempted to coax them along with vines, permitting the little cats to bat and play, while she strung together some semblance of a life, a moment, not piercing or devastating or so vastly unknown. Where she didn’t have to walk on eggshells; at least not with Nate.
The indication he’d been waiting for her surprised; gaze narrowing slightly in suspicion, spine growing rigid, wondering what on earth she’d done now. The following statement relieved it though, and then she felt stupid for being immediately on guard. An ease volleyed, and she felt like a mercurial little storm, back and forth, back and forth on the tides of emotions, rising off the tiles with one kitten in her arm, and the others entertained by the pumpkin. “Sure. Is it for the firling?” The sharing of familial experiences warmed her heart though, and she advanced, a glance taking in the formation of earlier attempts – she had no idea what it was. “It smells like things my mother would put together.” A warm smile flickered and bounded, allowing the kitten to crawl onto her shoulder. “Show me?”
The indication he’d been waiting for her surprised; gaze narrowing slightly in suspicion, spine growing rigid, wondering what on earth she’d done now. The following statement relieved it though, and then she felt stupid for being immediately on guard. An ease volleyed, and she felt like a mercurial little storm, back and forth, back and forth on the tides of emotions, rising off the tiles with one kitten in her arm, and the others entertained by the pumpkin. “Sure. Is it for the firling?” The sharing of familial experiences warmed her heart though, and she advanced, a glance taking in the formation of earlier attempts – she had no idea what it was. “It smells like things my mother would put together.” A warm smile flickered and bounded, allowing the kitten to crawl onto her shoulder. “Show me?”
Melita
