Rejection ::

Nausea was a companion she was becoming too familiar with.  Perhaps she misjudged fungi in the fields, or perhaps those aliens brought with them a plague.  Even as she thought it, Sake knew the idea was preposterous.  She gave her haunches a light shake, dislodging fleas as they fell off into the dark around her.  The scent of pine wood was causing her head to throb and stomach to flip in another violent upset.  Sake locked her jaws and continued on. Eventually the nausea faded and she could breath again.  Her hide was soaked in sweat, hidden by her tightly folded wings.  Dry tongue touched cracked lips.  Desire drove her to trickling promises of flowing water.  The black doe gorged her fill, replacing the internal pressure of her headache with that of a cold induced stab behind her eyes.  Then, as the pain faded, Sake sighed, finding the sliver of reprieve as the new pain diminished and the old had yet to resume it's noise. Are you lost child?  A beckon lifted her ears.  The woman was illuminated by her own opalescence.  Sake considered her outline, spending a silent moment regarding the flourishing design of the Orian.  These woods are quite...treacherous.  The woman promised with a brush of amusement on her words.  Sake flicked her tail, and unfurled her wings, revealing her assests before this commanding presence.  Sake assumed she should assume this woman was signifcant. Then perhaps it shall allow my presence to remain in its bosom.  She was not afraid, her stoic tone portrayed as much.  She was interested.  The surprise of company cast aside her internal discomforts for now, and provided a reprieve for her circling thoughts.