Ferngill was trying so hard to keep smiling. It was what Mudpelt wanted, surely- but it was difficult not to let his mind stray back, not to hear his father's final words in his mind. There was company he sought, but... recently, he'd felt like he couldn't really talk to her properly, couldn't seek her support in the way he always had. Not until his heart stopped thumping whenever she looked at him, not until he could stop thinking about the sun that flared beneath his pelt whenever he saw her.
It was a deeply confusing mix of emotions- on one side, a sadness that had slowed him, and on the other a happiness that made him want to do everything better. But- the latter, at least, he had to choke down. No part of him wanted to rip apart the friendship that he and Sablemist had built. And- and he didn't think he could handle the idea of rejection, the very-possible-possibility of it. Seeing a gleam of distaste in her eye... even if it wasn't guaranteed... no, no, it'd break him.
Fishing it was, then. But time had stretched on and not a single fish lay at Ferngill's paws as he stared at himself in the shifting reflection. To make it even worse, whenever he lifted his gaze, sat across the riverbank were two blue flowers that he also kept staring at. Like a pair of eyes, watching him, making him think of her. And he was thinking of her a lot lately... he felt her breath on his face in the breeze, thought of her pelt in the night-painted sky, and... her eyes like two petals, so so so close to his, making him shudder with anticipation and burn with want.
Ferngill's face crumpled into one of frustration, and he squeezed his eyes tight, trying to rid himself of this neverending yearning. It only lent itself to a different sort of yearning, though... a striving want to talk to his dad about this. But he couldn't. "I can't fish here," Ferngill admitted aloud, uncharacteristically bitter as he snapped his gaze away from the twin blooms of blue across the river, ensuring the ghost of Sablemist's touch still lingered right in front of his nose.
It was a deeply confusing mix of emotions- on one side, a sadness that had slowed him, and on the other a happiness that made him want to do everything better. But- the latter, at least, he had to choke down. No part of him wanted to rip apart the friendship that he and Sablemist had built. And- and he didn't think he could handle the idea of rejection, the very-possible-possibility of it. Seeing a gleam of distaste in her eye... even if it wasn't guaranteed... no, no, it'd break him.
Fishing it was, then. But time had stretched on and not a single fish lay at Ferngill's paws as he stared at himself in the shifting reflection. To make it even worse, whenever he lifted his gaze, sat across the riverbank were two blue flowers that he also kept staring at. Like a pair of eyes, watching him, making him think of her. And he was thinking of her a lot lately... he felt her breath on his face in the breeze, thought of her pelt in the night-painted sky, and... her eyes like two petals, so so so close to his, making him shudder with anticipation and burn with want.
Ferngill's face crumpled into one of frustration, and he squeezed his eyes tight, trying to rid himself of this neverending yearning. It only lent itself to a different sort of yearning, though... a striving want to talk to his dad about this. But he couldn't. "I can't fish here," Ferngill admitted aloud, uncharacteristically bitter as he snapped his gaze away from the twin blooms of blue across the river, ensuring the ghost of Sablemist's touch still lingered right in front of his nose.
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