She should be talking to Hazecloud. Her mother seemed to have an answer for everything, and was far less... literal, about any question she'd ask. As opposed to Lichentuft, or maybe even Smokewreath, a question such as the one she builds in her chest may not earn a sidewards glance and a huff of, "It just happens." Hazecloud would afford her with the most romanticized point of view, allow her to thrust her heart into the wind and not warn her about getting hurt.
... but maybe that's why she idles with Lichentuft. They're not stern, per say, but they are ultimately a realist, a quality that Lavenderpaw has learned to appreciate. She wants to be anchored in some way, for the way her heart flutters around Asterpaw feels unreal. Is it normally so easily to fall in love? Growing up, she isn't sure she really thought about it. Her mothers and father were just... together. They worked so easily, even when they bickered. She cannot think of even a single moment where any of them no longer fit with another. But had it been easy, she doesn't know.
"Lichentuft?" she summons the other's attention away from the water's edge, the two of them wasting time searching for flashes of fish in the reflective surface. Lichentuft more often prefers land (or air) hunting, she knows, but maybe this is a moment they can both give a little. "How did you know you loved Hazecloud?" The young molly keeps her inquiry simple, as she's almost sure littering it with anything more would stump Lichentuft further than a question over emotions already would.
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... but maybe that's why she idles with Lichentuft. They're not stern, per say, but they are ultimately a realist, a quality that Lavenderpaw has learned to appreciate. She wants to be anchored in some way, for the way her heart flutters around Asterpaw feels unreal. Is it normally so easily to fall in love? Growing up, she isn't sure she really thought about it. Her mothers and father were just... together. They worked so easily, even when they bickered. She cannot think of even a single moment where any of them no longer fit with another. But had it been easy, she doesn't know.
"Lichentuft?" she summons the other's attention away from the water's edge, the two of them wasting time searching for flashes of fish in the reflective surface. Lichentuft more often prefers land (or air) hunting, she knows, but maybe this is a moment they can both give a little. "How did you know you loved Hazecloud?" The young molly keeps her inquiry simple, as she's almost sure littering it with anything more would stump Lichentuft further than a question over emotions already would.
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