Karma sighed, satisfied, even as she felt his mind drift away. She became more aware of a dull, throbbing pain at the base of her antler, imploring her to reduce her use of magic. Thus, when he suggested that they stop, she happily agreed, though she would have never admitted her weariness otherwise. She caught few words that mattered to her much at this moment, caught between a blissful sort of satisfaction and weariness tugging at her.
Even the frustration in communication did not dampen her mood, and as he mimed a nest, she nodded, turned, and began poking around in the underbrush for somewhere suitable. Suddenly aware of how patient the white fawn was, she stopped and turned back to him, working hard to remember how to form the sounds. “Thank… you,” she said softly, hoping he understood that it was for much more than today’s conversation. A thought briefly crossed her mind about how she might have fared if a different creature had found her as she’d hatched, and turned away from him to hide the worry visible on her face.
& exit karma
@Pride