《 Female || Scout || Mated to Rowan || Feeling;; disinterested, guilty ||Tags;; rowan || Mentions;; vesper, ethereal 》
The sky was a bright, sunny blue. Air littered with pollen and the scent of flowers. Erianthe was nestled with her wonderful mate, Rowan, in a patch of clover under a tree. He was whispering sweet nothings, and she was nuzzling into his shoulder.
This was when they had time. When Rowan only had eyes for her. When they still spoke.
That was a long, long time ago.
This was only another dream. One of envy and lust.
Only the despair of this seemingly fine dream woke her in the midst of the chilly early morn.
Erianthe rose into the sad reality quite slowly. First, she felt the first pricks of a winter chill poking through her dusty tan fur. Then, her hazel eyes opened- first suprised, then calm. Or possibly dissapointed. She was never quite sure. What does this cold world have in store for me today, Were her first thoughts, as were they each day that she arose. Her shoulders were stiff from her latest patrol and her back ached. Shifting her rather large paws, the scout tilted herself to look for Rowan. He was no longer present in the den, but his heat signature seemed recent several feet away. Several.. She thought poutily. Erianthe no longer wished to speak to him- not for a while, at least. His hyperactive eyes disinterested her from his usually charming personality. She knew she couldnt deny him for long, but she sure could try.
Shutting her orbs of honey, the scout attempted to return to her peaceful slumber. To no avail, however- the fae could not shake a restless feeling that her rude awakening had brought. A small guilt feeling spread through her chest like water on sunbaked rocks. Today was a day she would make the most of; or, at least, try to. She would get back, finally. The plan was to flirt with other males- maybe Freki or Finnick. Not while Lizzy or Vesper were around, of course- she had no ill intents towards the two lovely faes. Only while Rowan was around. Erianthe figured that she'd give him a taste of his own medicine.
Finally shaking herself of sleep, the scout stood and drowzily trudged out of her shared den. The cold hit her like a tidal wave- the frosty ground froze her paws. Hunching foward in a stretch, Erianthe stood at her full height. Letting out a whimper, she felt her shoulder blades crack. After waking herself up, the tan fae turned to Rowan, who was sitting next to her. Voice quiet, tired, and disinterested, she simply muttered, "Good morning." And sat herself besides him.
It was not often that they spoke, and the thought almost excited her. Their constant shifts in patrols always left both exhausted and disconnected from eachother. As it was a meeting day, the usual early morning patrols had been postponed.
The orbs belonging to her cast themselves along the path that his created- to Vesper and Ethereal. Seeing the omega caused a wave of glee hit her, but she didnt want to let Rowan know anything just yet. Not today. Her stomach was engulfed in guilt and frustration, as always, but, again, as always, she pushed it down. Erianthe truly loved Rowan- will all of her being. However, the way he was less focused on her recently had made her doubt his love returned to her. She could tell he cared- but she was more cynical recently. Erianthe doubted his sincerity. The fae, however, succumbed to the guilt and leaned on him a little bit, curling her tail around him. He was warm and smelled of spruce and earth- she loved how he smelled. Her own smell was rather dusty, and she didnt always enjoy it. Foggy breath barely able to be seen in the dim light of the early morning, she smiled. It was nice to be back with him- this symbol of affection, she decided, would be enough to suffice and dissolve the sickening guilt that pulled at her heart strings- especially as she silently plotted out her plans for the day.