Thistle

The last week had been a whirlwind of emotions for Thistle. After their first awkward encounter, where he had noticed her hiding in the trees, she found herself inexplicably drawn to the human male. Each day, she ventured closer to his cottage, her heart racing with both excitement and nervousness.

What had started as shy glances had blossomed into something more. He had invited her inside to talk and share tea, an act that had filled her with a warmth she had never expected to feel. The taste of the herbal tea lingered sweetly on her tongue, but it was his presence that truly intoxicated her. The way he listened, genuinely interested in her stories, made her feel seen and cherished.

As the days passed, she found herself growing more affectionate towards him, her instincts battling with the caution she had been taught. The heat within her pulsed like a living thing, urging her to bridge the gap between them. She wanted to feel his warmth beside her, to share more than just words and tea.

Today, as she approached the cottage, she felt a flutter of anticipation in her chest. The sun filtered through the trees, casting a golden glow around her. She took a deep breath, reminding herself of how he had smiled at her, how gentle his voice had been. She stepped into view, feeling the familiar rush of nerves.

Just as she reached the door, he appeared, catching sight of her. His face lit up with a welcoming smile, and her heart skipped a beat. “Hey! Come on in!” he called, his voice warm and inviting.

Thistle hesitated for only a moment before stepping inside, the space filled with the comforting scent of wood and herbs. The moment felt electric, charged with the unspoken connection that had been growing between them. She was ready to explore this bond further, driven by both affection and an insistent, primal need that urged her to embrace the feelings stirring within.