-Diorae-
It’s hard to say how much time has passed ever since she had been dropped off at Hell’s Gates. To Marigold it felt like it had been months, close to years. Time had never stopped in her very own paradise, and neither had it in the real world. Just how much difference had there been between them? Enough for her wounds to heal, well, the physical ones. She’d come out more damaged than she already had been.
More damaged in a way that she longed for Longclaw even more. His presence, his guidance, his protection, his touch. Before it had just been natural to submit to him, but now, now she desperately wants to, she needs to. Marigold simply wouldn’t know what to do without him.
Relief washes over her upon the first touch. A shiver puts her nerves on edge and Marigold gladly presses closer. With her eyes shut now she leans on him, and the tears that had first only clouded her vision, now pour freely. It takes her a moment to realise he’s talking to her again, and one golden ears turns in his direction. Longclaw’s action makes her realise in what state she found herself in.
Even if she’d had a voice, she probably wouldn’t have replied to his suggestion. It wasn’t really that either. More like a declaration of what they would do next, and that wasn’t something she had a say in, or wanted to have say in. Longclaw knew best, that Marigold trusted.
Before she would’ve been hesitant about bathing, about letting her guard down while washing away dirt from her skin. Her nervousness never let her, always keeping her on edge. Now Longclaw was there with her. Marigold stops at the waterbank, watching the blue iridescent stallion in the water. The sparkling droplets on his skin made him even more beautiful. For a moment she’s lost watching him, only realising that she had been staring when he calls her into the water.
She doesn’t hesitate and walks into the water until she’s standing before him. Again Marigold is itching to touch him, the feeling almost making her restless. Only his warning from béfore has her containing her desire. He was not hers to touch. And thus she drops her head, muzzle almost touching the water as she wills herself to relax.
Which is kind of hard, the way she so desperately wants his touch. He couldn’t have given her a better welcome home, or a better reward. Not that she needed one, it was only natural for her to go back to him. It was what he had told her to do after all. But that wouldn’t make her turn it down, or take it for granted.
The first contact of water against her skin makes her shiver, or was it the fact that Longclaw touched her? She wouldn’t know the answer, it does, however, make her release a sigh. The water pools around her legs, gently touching her belly too, coloring her golden coat dark. The peacefulness of the moment has her wanting to sway her tail relaxed, only is it only a short bob left. It’s movement only a little.
A beautiful face is a mute recommendation.