Yearning

Nim sat near the fire listening to the soft crackling. Taking in the scent of burning logs and a coming rain. Though she dreaded its arrival, for now the lull was peaceful.

Disseus had not said a word more to her since their argument and subsequent loving this evening. He somehow managed to make even his silence toward her hostile.

Yet she preferred that over his biting comments. Or so it seems by her utter lack of conversation.

Right now, he turned a couple plump rabbits on a spit. Occasionally, his eyes slid sideways to glower at her.

Although Nim had expected his impatience and irritation, she’d not anticipated blatant animosity. In-fact she’d only rarely seen him lose temper. Especially when he was permitted to sate all that rage within her body.

***

Lonnix and Almora had continued talking to him as though oblivious to his sour mood.

Nim was huddled under her cloak shivering.

She’s always cold at night. Disseus thought in annoyance. Wondering why she’d not brought more clothes or