Her blood rushed around in her veins as her heart seemed to pound louder and louder the farther she progressed, ringing in her ears. She was about to ask her boyfriend on a date. Her murderous bounty-having-boyfriend. On a date. For her birth trial. She was insane.
The woman continued forward in complete silence though, unfazed by the thought. she urged herself a little farther. Would she try to convince him to let her in? What would she see? There was a morbid curiosity that came with her decision to seek him out at his home to ask him on this date.
As an early birth trial gift to herself, she'd gotten a dress. Custom tailored and made. It was without a doubt a new experience to actually have something so beautiful made especially for her to her specifications. She could still remember when hand-me-downs were given reluctantly. And yet here she was, wearing a dress that hung a couple inches below her knees, perfectly hugging every curve of her body and tailored in the back not to upset her wings. The fabric was a beautiful black satin which shifted around her form. At the bottom and around the neck was a thick fur trim, the gray working well to match the black of the cloth. At the bottom, golden flowers were embroidered with a careful hand. She wondered if maybe it was just a little too gaudy, but it had only cost 116gn give or take. At one point, that would have been her entire wage for a season, if not her life's savings. Now she almost laughed at the cost, throwing in an extra 100gn since it was made so beautifully.
There was a tiny part of her that said she'd definitely gone overboard with her demands for the dress. But, she pushed those thoughts out of her head quickly when she reminded herself just how much Noth would appreciate her purchase. She almost laughed aloud at the thought, a childish smile parting her lips for a just a moment. She couldn't find it in her heart to hate him, instead only find it fit to adore him even more. She'd spent time wondering if she really loved him or was obsessed with the idea of him, with the idea of another half-breed. But she was certain that she was genuinely in love. After someone shows you genuine care and affection for the first time in your life, romantic affection, how can you not fall in love? She didn't think she'd so willingly turn a blind eye if she didn't adore the man with every fraction of her being. And that was precisely what made it so terribly painful.
Approaching the telltale signs of her beloved's cave she tried not to take note of how different the path had become. More trodden one might say? She didn't want to think about that, or the implications it might lead one to find. Silence, she ordered her thoughts, silence. The familiar weight in her stomach started to cause things to churn, the gentle and almost constant pain followed by a slightly more intense pain which wreathed from the bottom of her stomach all the way to what was almost her chest. She didn't bring the jewel that had so dedicatedly chased away the feeling as of late, so she was left just dealing with the pain that she could almost call an old friend.
At the very least it was a beautiful day and she'd managed to keep her dress clean on the way to the cave. The wind brushed lightly against trees causing a shifting and rustling noise in recently grown foliage, the sweet scent of newly budded flowers hanging heavily among the rich scent of moss and the earth. The glare of sunlight trickling in places shaded heavily and glaring downwards in slight clearings where the trees grew far apart and the grass turned lush, in comparison to the thick pelt of shrubbery barely hiding roots that peaked up out of the earth. How deeply some of these trees must have reached, their lives stretching on into a vastness only imaginable by the few who could see all of eternity stretching before their tired cloudy eyes. What a man must trade in his life to catch a glimpse through that gaze.
As she approached the jutting maw of stone that she was so familiar with her pace slowed considerably. Before then it had been something a brisk stroll even if it was meandering. The half-breed moved faster than the average person. But how her steps slowed to an insistent drawling gait as she gave Noth ample time to rush out and meet her as she was sure he would. Her visit was unplanned, but he would know. He always seemed to know. And for all her morbid curiosity, she wasn't entirely too sure she wanted to know what kind of monstrosities he'd invited into his home. The woman wondered if she'd ever do that same. Not permanently, but for a night. She wasn't above letting him say. Then again, if she did, maybe she'd have to move.