Pigeon blues watched the empty space in the quarry where a set of three cultivators disappeared for the fifth time. Holding in her heart something like a stilled breath from anticipation that had been building… thanks to the months growing closer to the *rather exact* minimal date and hour for Elua to return to her.
This feeling sat right against the fragment of her wife in her chest. Making her assess it as much her own emotion as it was that of the proto-spirit developing inside of her. It was never something that completely left her mind, considering she still greeted it every morning, but the thoughts of the heiress returning to the territory she had been managing made her think of a lot of things.
