3 hours ago
When Nottin spoke of his sister, Aurelia tried not to look too desperately interested. Truth was, every piece of information he had to offer, every shred of insight into Solulfur's psyche, all of the thousands of tiny pieces that made up the magnificent wolf that was the Black Sun - she craved it.
He described her as fun and mischievous; two things she did not commonly associate with the woman who was so often serious and composed, although she had been privy to glimpses of these traits from time to time.
What had she been like before?
The ashen she-wolf tensed. 'Whatever you two are to each other, I hope that you both find happiness in it.' His words cut into her core like a blade, nearly shattering what was left of her stoic facade as a peculiar feeling swept over her and knotted up in a tight ball inside her gut.
Whatever they were to each other.
Aurelia stared blankly out at the stars.
A quiet thought formed at the back of her mind that whispered: I want to be something to her.
No.
I want to be more to her.
It was uncharacteristic of the Shakti-Vaes woman to want things - to desire things. Everything she had ever needed had always been right here within the Vale; food, drink, family, security. Anything else she deemed frivolous and silly, unnecessary fripperies that added little to her daily routine and made no impact on her contentment or her life.
But like a too-late revelation, she knew she wanted - this.
Sólúlfur.
She would have to do it.
Probably.
Maybe.
With immaculate decorum Aurelia rose to her ashen paws, walked delicately to the lip of the mountain vista's overhang, and violently threw up over the edge.
He described her as fun and mischievous; two things she did not commonly associate with the woman who was so often serious and composed, although she had been privy to glimpses of these traits from time to time.
What had she been like before?
The ashen she-wolf tensed. 'Whatever you two are to each other, I hope that you both find happiness in it.' His words cut into her core like a blade, nearly shattering what was left of her stoic facade as a peculiar feeling swept over her and knotted up in a tight ball inside her gut.
Whatever they were to each other.
Aurelia stared blankly out at the stars.
A quiet thought formed at the back of her mind that whispered: I want to be something to her.
No.
I want to be more to her.
It was uncharacteristic of the Shakti-Vaes woman to want things - to desire things. Everything she had ever needed had always been right here within the Vale; food, drink, family, security. Anything else she deemed frivolous and silly, unnecessary fripperies that added little to her daily routine and made no impact on her contentment or her life.
But like a too-late revelation, she knew she wanted - this.
Sólúlfur.
... Thank you, Nottin,Aurelia managed to get out, still stiff as a board as she grappled with the weight of her reality. There had been tension between the two she-wolves before, heavy and palpable, but Aurelia wasn't one to pick up on a hint with any sort of ease. Really, it could have been anything. She could even have misread it all entirely. Unless Solulfur came out and blatantly expressed interest of that nature...
She would have to do it.
Probably.
Maybe.
Please excuse me.
With immaculate decorum Aurelia rose to her ashen paws, walked delicately to the lip of the mountain vista's overhang, and violently threw up over the edge.
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