Thread: The Big Good Wolf (Frogger/Campion)

To say she is struck speechless would be an understatement. His frustration and uncertainty was thick in her nose, just like his words were weighing heavy between he and her. Rieka sat up, the blanket pooling at her hips while her eyes -cunning and dark and shrewd- studied the young man. I did not waste anything, she told him gently. I have the rabbits I caught cooking, and as for the boar, I plan on ripping the meat into strips, when it comes time. I already have the skin drying, in case we have use for it. A human once again, her skin is caramel instead of covered in fur, and yet her breasts are in full view, with not a hint of embarrassment present upon her features or in her tone of voice. Riekas lips parted, as if she meant to say something more and yet, she could not think of anything. How can she reply? It is difficult enough as it is, coming to terms with the fact their home is nothing more than ash, that her husband -his father- has perished in the fire. It is a drastic change. Does he not understand-? It is difficult to not see him as her son, to see him as the young man he has grown to be. No, Rieka replied on a sigh at long last, only for a grim smile to appear upon her lips a moment later. No, there is nothing wrong with you, my dear. Come. Sit by me, she requested of him, even going so far as to pat the spot beside her. It was not until he obliged that she decided to continue. You must see it from my perspective, she chose to begin with. A hand reached out to gently touch him on the cheek, if only to roam up and brush pieces of hair from his eyes. I did not expect this, of all things. It was just last night that your father spoke of how others are moving against him on the council, that secrets are being kept and yet, I find myself taking care of my stepson, though he is, technically, no longer that. I am no longer am your stepmother. How to best tell him-? It is difficult to put into words. Rieka let her hand fall away, just to lean back on both and look up at the ceiling. A few threads of dark brown swayed to brush against her cheeks, though it did not disrupt the thoughtful look in her eyes, the small pout of her lips. I do not wish to rely on you, Rieka spoke at great length, once she was able to gather her thoughts into well, something that could make sense. No, wait he claimed himself to be a man earlier, did he not? Ah. Yes. Well. Once again at a loss, Rieka pushed herself into an upright position in order to rub both hands over her face. Colin claims he is too old to be treated like a child, and yet how can she see him as anything but? In years past, she looked after him, and now it feels as though their relationship is fraying... Rieka released a sigh, just to look at him with her chin cradled in her hands. I suppose I do not understand what it is you are trying to say, she confessed, though the words were bitter on her tongue, and had escaped to paint the empty silence between he and her. I I am used to relying on myself, because your father kept to himself, and rarely shared anything with me but I A shoulder lifted in a helpless shrug. It was not until then that Rieka chose to study her injuries, to press a hand to the nasty gash at her side. I should have washed before coming back in here, she murmured. How about you ignore me? I am not making any sense. If you are hungry, go ahead and check on the rabbit. I am going to wash off Rieka rose up onto her feet gracefully, using a hand to gesture idly to the blood and dirty that is still on her skin. I will return shortly. You need not worry. I will take this time to think through what you said, so that we can discuss it further later. Rieka offered a thin smile before heading towards the door.