-Diorae-
Her barrel is still swollen with child and each day that passes is another day with her carrying overdue. Never had Marigold considered herself elegant or graceful, but she has clearly hit the absolute bottom line right now. She’s more wobbling than walking, and only the idea of sprinting exhausts her. And yet, the golden mare cannot find rest whenever she’s not around him.
The watching eyes are instantly back once the warg retreats to other business. His good right. It is so obvious that she is very much his – she’d do anything for him – but he had only been hers that one fruitful night. The lioness’ presence does not really help either. The more happens, the stronger her emotions and insecurities get, the stronger the she-cat becomes. Without Longclaw’s presence it had shown to be hard to control the feline housed inside of her.
After a couple of mistakes – such as launching herself at Overseer’s newborn daughter – she’d never strayed away from his side for long and far. She’s nervous about pushing herself in his presence, but just being able to see him from afar has proven enough to ease her mind. It how she arrives at the meeting too.
Marigold doesn’t dare to meet Warrick’s gaze, nor does she look at Wound and the young girl. At the same time she can feel their heated stare burn into her skin, or is she only imaging it? It is enough to make her nervous, ears flicking back and forth to catch each and every sound around her. Her eyes never lock on one thing in particular, glancing around as she’s unable to ignore every flicker out of the corner of her eyes. The short stump that’s left of her tail is pressed tightly against her buttocks, nostrils wide and trembling. Marigold is everything but at ease, even if she stays away from the gathered group a little ánd has Longclaw within sight.
She’s not much of an ambassador – and not only because her voice fails her – and even less of a warrior. Longclaw had asked her to come to the training, which she’d naturally done. But that didn’t make her much of a warrior, did it? But again, if Longclaw would ask it of her, if he would push her forward as volunteer to join this battle, she knows she would.
A beautiful face is a mute recommendation.