A city with the streets full of milk and honey
I haven't found it yet, but I'm still searching
All I know is a hopeless place that flows with the blood of my kin
Perhaps hopeless isn't a place
Nothing but a state of mind
They told me once, "don't trust the moon, she's always changing"
The shores bend and break for her
And she begs to be loved
But nothing here is as it seems
She still found herself frustrated and angry. With it had come avoidance, hiding herself away from him and everyone else who didn’t share her last name… her daughter was the only exception. She’d never turn away from her little girl. The symptoms of her heat had subsided, and with it came the sweet relief of having full control over herself once more, not blinded by the season as she went about her careful early morning patrol of the borders, making each distinct tree thoroughly as if to say I’m not going anywhere, jackass. She was still angered at the thought of Adelard simply assuming she’d leave, scoop up her daughter in the middle of the night and flee.
The only time she’d left a home, she had been driven out… and that certainly was not going to happen anytime soon. He could work through his own feelings and emotions and she’d simply employed herself under the belief that she should not care. She had done nothing wrong. He had not propositioned her in any way so how was she supposed to know? The conversation had been living rent free in her head. It was hard to not be angry at just how that night had turned out.
Even thinking clearly, her thoughts were not clear. It showed in the light irritation that wore down her features every day… with it had come with the nausea, and looking at food made her want to find the nearest bush to hurl into… this was all… shit.
She hadn’t noticed the symptoms before… but she certainly remembered the way she had started to feel around this time, a week or so after her rendezvous with the white night that had given her a daughter as a parting gift… Shit. She was frozen in place for a moment, eyes widened before she simply started to look around at her again. She certainly had known it was a possibility. She knew the risks of caving to the heat and to some extent she didn’t care… but now it meant she had to have a conversation with her daughter that she had wanted to put off for some time more.