Tithe

It was only around her Tithe felt as though he could relax. The smile that spread across the knight’s face was humble in its existence, but shining in its rarity. It was not so much that it was a stunning smile, but shy, as new to the world as it truly was. One way or another. He chorused, touching her gently with his nose to assure her the place she tucked herself into was entirely her’s.

Quietly, he watched her beside him, his smile only flickering brighter as she made herself comfortable beside him. Her paws stretched out and he resisted the urge to press his nose to them, just to touch. Instead, he arched his neck and shifted so his full attention could be on her face. His ears twitched and he studied her, knowing she did not know the true depths of her words. His blood was new to Moladion. It did not run through the trails as many did. He had hopes that his name, at least, had begun to spread. How far, and to who, he could not be certain. She was correct, he was new, and as of now he had very little to stand on. Pulling himself out of this thought he looked down at her, knowing the imbalanced and helpless feeling she created within him, along with the comfort her nearness brought him. He had nothing to stand on, but everything to live for.

Heirs. He echoed, knowing full well he had none. Another ear flicked and his head tilted to the side. Princess, or queens. His smooth voice accented the specifications of what she had said. Flowers. He thought to himself, not voicing that one. Were quite well liked…

Tithe shook his head to release his muscles and stretch slightly. The storm outside the den was long forgotten in the warmth they had created. But now his look towards her was quizzical, contemplating where she was taking them. A meeting of queens, princesses, and heirs. Those in or coming to power. What would the topic of this meeting be?