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perceptive of nate in a way that she almost wished she was not, elk charm noted that he did not pause, nor did he accept. his smile -- her own was swift, and she turned away to bundle the offerings once more. he did not want to eat. she understood that they must continue, but at the cost of his weakness? suppose he sickened? should she not insist?
appreciation warmed her face, but was what was it if this exacted more from him?
eat! eat! she wished to shout it as a woman of the great stag might have done in encouragement.
just when she was ready to form his name in consternation, to speak not of the tree but his condition and her fear for it, the ground fragmented into garish blue. she gasped, leaving behind the deerskin with instinctive readiness. the sharadoii did not question nate; her gaze ricocheted from the rune in his jaws to the path they had come.
stride lengthening, she ran just ahead of nate, not daring to look back even as her dark ears splayed with horror. senses searched for the sound of his steps, his breath, anything to say that the bright and unnatural landscape had not taken him into its maw.
appreciation warmed her face, but was what was it if this exacted more from him?
eat! eat! she wished to shout it as a woman of the great stag might have done in encouragement.
just when she was ready to form his name in consternation, to speak not of the tree but his condition and her fear for it, the ground fragmented into garish blue. she gasped, leaving behind the deerskin with instinctive readiness. the sharadoii did not question nate; her gaze ricocheted from the rune in his jaws to the path they had come.
stride lengthening, she ran just ahead of nate, not daring to look back even as her dark ears splayed with horror. senses searched for the sound of his steps, his breath, anything to say that the bright and unnatural landscape had not taken him into its maw.