Awareness hits her, a sharp bolt in the midst of a soft, dream-like trance.
It's a strange thing, really. Close proximity can do wonders to the weakened soul. When she stares into his eyes, she sees herself reflected back, a fearful she-cat who will never truly understand him. She sees so many things within those gorgeous blue orbs, but none can match the thistle. Those memories that come back to her, so filled with splendor and joy, are too much for her to bear in the brief interval of a few moons. So, with great sorrow igniting within her, she pushes him away, letting him leave her so that she can burrow into the ground, forever lost in the deep dark recesses of her mourning soul.
