The pale girl needed to have a motivation in life, she needed to do something with herself that meant something. She had always watched the young pups, wishing that she could take part in their upbringing, be that extra caretaker when a parent needed to go somewhere, or when both would leave with the hunting party. She felt like that would be the only thing that she could possibly excel in. but maybe that was the mothering instincts that she had kicking in. She was dying to be a mother, a real one, not just a replacement mother. She wanted to feel the little butterfly like kicks of the pups, to feel the need to care for them with all that she had. But she was Ten now, and it would be getting harder and harder as she got older to conceive, she knew that. It was soon, or never.

The thought of a possible life without children of her own made her sad, and she tried to shake it off as she looked up at the night sky, her favorite past time. But it was hard. The night sky was her one way to wind down each night. It calmed her in such a way that there was no other explanation. Her creamy tan body lay curled in the long grass, instead of looking up, she was staring at the roots of it, as if she was going to sit there and watch it grow.

Lonely didn’t quite cover how she felt, but at the same time, it was her fault. She wasn’t social, nor did she seek anyone out for company, and she couldn’t blame anyone but herself for that. She knew that, but it didn’t mean that it didn’t boggle her down. She only hoped that somewhere she’d find a friend that would be able to understand her. She thought in the back of her mind about the task Daenerys set forth for her to complete. Finding a pup would be easier than talking it into coming to Spirane for the storytelling session. She only hoped that she wouldn’t come across as well, perverted. The thought made her chuckle a bit.

The moon shone over head, casting a white glow over her, lighting up the grass stalks and bringing out the vibrant green that was in front of her eyes. Every once in a while she would toss her gaze up to the sky, and the last time she caught sight of a bright projectile in the sky. It had to have been a shooting star. There wasn’t any other explanation that came to mind. She watched the sky for a few more minutes, wondering what else it had to hold for the night.

ten - by camelot out of laila - female