I did worry when she started to push the issue of our bonding. I could not bond her without her knowing the full truth, and I don’t want her to feel like I am forcing her to know.
Why did having a female have to be difficult?
I shifted and rolled to my side, searching for my female and her comfort. I didn’t want to leave her in the cave alone and beat a tree out of the soil or rub my shaft until expressed my seed. I wouldn’t leave her in the cave by herself anymore. I would bear the stiffness until she woke in the morning, so that she was properly rested.
Then, I would relieve myself inside her body.
She had been in deep thought the past few days, and I believed she was having trouble coming to terms with losing her memory. I didn't believe she had thought about it before, or even wanted to think about it. Now that I have talked about my family, she was more curious.
She knew about my past, my time as an orcling, and so she wanted to know hers as well. Something was holding her back. It had something to do with those daydreams.
I reached over the bed to find her. Normally, she slept on top of my body and I found it strange she was not there. “Little fairy?” My voice was raspy when I sat up and I didn’t find her there. The furs were cold and my eyes darted around the cave to see if she had gone to get something to eat.
“Miresa?” I sat up completely and saw Simon in the corner. He yawned, stood and seemed to look for her, too.
The drums in my chest beat rapidly and I jumped from the bed and went to the bathroom. The light was on, but there was no sign of my miresa.
“Calliope?” I roared and there was still no sound or sign of my mate. With a snarl, I took in deep breaths, trying to find her scent, but the trail was old, stale and panic ensued.
She was not here, and it had been hours.
Had she left me? Did someone take her?
No strange smells other than the stale scent was in the cave, but I would not take any chances.
I pulled on the leather bindings around my forearms, placed my weapons around my hips and my sword on my back. I swore to the Moon Fairy I would find her and drag her ass back here before the night was through.
Simon was already trotting down the hall, letting off noises of worry, and I stomped after him.
Calliope wouldn’t just leave her companion, surely there was something wrong.
Once we got to the mouth of the cave, I saw the boulders were still in place. My miresa must have squeezed through or someone had come to retrieve her and put them back. Simon didn’t wait for me, he squeezed through the small opening that I had left him. I pushed the boulders with little effort, my anger and panic increasing by the minute.
Why did she not make any noise?
Once the boulders were pushed away, a clear night sky greeted us, but it did nothing to ease my nerves. The waves continued to pound into the sand, the surrounding scents pure from the freshly fallen rain.
This would help, all scents washed away and the soil was soft, good for tracking.
Perhaps the gods were on my side.
I quickly found tiny footprints, just one set, and I quickly realized they was just hers. Perhaps she was following a flying creature, why would she do that.
I worried that she could be persuaded easily, because of her good nature and believing the good in all.
I pulled my sword from my back and took off into the darkness of the forest.
I wanted to scream her name, demand that she come back to me, but doing so would be foolish. It would alert others she was missing. Others, meaning ogres. They still roamed the land since the wall came down, and though there were not many I would not take that risk.
I would not put her in any more danger than she might already be in.
One of those things being my twitchy palm.
I grunted as I picked up the pace. I traveled past the palace, where I nearly lost her footprints. Her scent became stronger once we reached the other side, to another forest but then I lost her footprints entirely. I scouted the area and pulled at my messy strands. I was panting, frustrated and wanting to push over the trees in the area.
These trees, however, were filled with low-lying lights and ribbons, meaning they were homes to someone. I could not take my anger on these trees, I could not pull them from the soil, let out my frustration and wake up the rest of the forest.
Fuck!
