And so it was that Andy left the seer’s tent, his head spinning with new ideas and information. He sought out a modest inn and spent the night in town before setting back out on his journey home. As he traveled, he plotted at each moment how he could get (Y/N) safely to the temple of Lugh the Many Skilled to make an offering and pray for his intervention.

The weather continued to be fair, and Andy was pleased to be able to make camp that night without having to seek shelter yet again. He lay on his bedroll and his mind began its familiar path through thoughts and fantasies of (Y/N).

It occurred to him, before sleep took him, that perhaps acquiring some manner of clothing was in order. It just wouldn’t do to have (Y/N) gallivanting about as she was, naked as a jaybird. Such a ripe, enticing bosom should surely be covered from any potential prying eyes. It never occurred to him that perhaps jealousy lay at the root of his thoughts.

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On that very same evening, (Y/N) tossed and turned on her soft bed of leaves and moss. Thoughts of Andy’s intense gaze, the steely blue of his irises as they were reflected in his shield, kept her awake.

(Y/N) had never had such feelings before. This was a foreign experience, and she wondered what it might mean. She felt a sort of hunger in her belly, but lower, under her waist. It was almost a slow burning.

She felt the strongest wish, the greatest of temptation, to look Andy in the eye, but she knew the cost would be his life, and his bright eyes would go dull forever. Unthinkable! And so she worried that she might make a mistake, that her yearning to look upon him would be the cause of his destruction. It was this combination of fear and a desire she couldn’t entirely place that kept her squirming in her bed for hours, conflicted and confused.

Damica grew impatient with (Y/N)’s writhing tail and found herself a spot nearby to sleep. She only had so much patience when it came to such tomfoolery as first love. She knew instinctively that (Y/N) and Andy would find their way to one another, once they each pulled their heads out of their respective asses. They just needed a little luck. Fortunately, they had a crafty fox for an ally, and it didn’t get any luckier than that!

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The next day, (Y/N) tried to proceed as though nothing were on her mind, as though she didn’t miss Andy’s visits terribly. But, in truth, she couldn’t stop wondering how much longer he would be, couldn’t stop fretting over his safety.

He had made the journey sound so simple and routine, had he misled her and put himself in true harm’s way? She accidentally lost track of which thread she needed to pull through next, and had to go back a ways, irritated with her absentmindedness and inability to stay on task.

At least she was making good progress on her hooded bonnet contraption; the weave was just tight enough that she would still be able to sense light and dark. Once she was finished, she should be able to barely see the area of the ground about her tail clearly, if she tilted her head.

She began to hum to herself, but not out of joyfulness. No, she was trying to clear the image of the reflection of Andy’s smile from her mind. She found that the more she thought on it, the more agitated they became, and the hotter and more uncomfortable she began to feel. Bizarre!

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