Why are you so understanding?

She keeps her eyes on the dark foliage of trees just above their heads, unwilling to look him in the eye just yet as she falls silent and processes the way he had attempted to dissuade her hurtful words towards herself; Your not alone. Was she not though? These feelings, her feelings, were to be the very start of her very undoing. Her girl’s did not know the true reason they called this little patch of grass home, why Feray never let them wander too close to the current occupants. She shouldered the responsibilities of it all on her own two shoulders, as it was her lack of careful thinking that had led to this moment now, feelings she had once thought to be of hate and annoyance towards the cove leader turning into something more meaningful. Her own dam, once upon a time, had said Feray had a big heart; that she loved and loved and expected nothing in return as that was her way. She doesn't expect Sol to give her a solution to her own worries, for her words had been more so a meaning to get everything off her own chest to be able to breathe, but yet here he was with his body fitting into the curve of her own and his face against the very skin he had brushed his lips over a dozen times now to soothe the torment she was putting herself through.

How can you still care when my choice may break us all apart?

“I’m glad she is back then,” Feray’s love included that of the warrior woman, once a captor of the buckskin herself but something about her fiery spirit and capability to rule without a man had peaked her interest from the very beginning. It is unfortunate however to learn that Solomn had not seen the whereabouts of the very mare they had butted heads over in the commons, the start of their interesting relationship. She pulls her eyes down from the canopy above, the filtered rays of light slipping past the thick branches and lightening the shaded area they stand in, her mismatched gaze instead of finding the darling face of her girls they fall right into the emerald gaze of Solomon once more that despite her fear of the words he may speak she is oddly put at ease with his level look to her.

All he wanted, all he cared about in this moment was her happiness, and that she was well; regardless of what his mind was probably wanting instead.Stop smiling, please. She wants to plead him, finding it hard to form any words to answer him back when his face was right there within her sights, and the upturning gesture of his mouth had her heart stutter ever so slightly in her chest. “Solomon,” she begins, but then shakes her head thinking better than to ruin the resolve he carries, knowing she needs to have him by her side when she at last goes back to the badlands, “i think i would very much like to have you at my side then. He wouldn’t be the type to cause a scene in front of children, but I know something awaits me there.” She had betrayed his love and trust, and in her mind deserved whatever came next.

During their talk neither of the girls had yet to return to them and her attention was drawn to the direction that Esme had taken off when the warmth of Sol was once again pressing in close and his breath was heavy in the ear she turned his way in the case he had more to say while her attention was for the girl’s. His words have her head on a swivel to look back at him with her eyes wide and mouth slightly parted as if she hadn’t expected him to confess his own feelings; who was she kidding, Sol was exactly the type and given the look reflecting in those eyes of his he meant every word of it. Her reply is soundless in the way she reaches for him again, nose touching his for a brief moment until she pulls back and with a look of mischief peels herself away from his close proximity to head after her wayward girl’s, who were no doubt plotting something against Solomon if Esme’s far too excited exit was any indication.