[center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Nico had felt very distracted lately, perhaps a bit too distracted; he had to be attentive and alert, but it was so difficult. He hadn't gotten any further in his search for his wife, he'd merely gotten distracted by clanlife and the mysteries of the new island. But, gods, he wasn't distracted anymore. He felt desperate, like he was trapped in a cage and he couldn't escape but the cage was the only thing keeping him from sinking into an endless, dark ocean.
Where was she? Was she trying to find him? Was she hurt? Did she think he'd abandoned her? Had those pirates hurt her? Had she been stranded alone like him? Was she okay?
He couldn't think of anything else, all he could think of was her safety, her whereabouts, what those people might've done to her. Had she tried to stop them from marooning him, or had she been too scared to do so? No matter what had happened, he'd forgive her. Gods, he'd give his life to bring her home safely. He'd give anything to see her again; he'd burn down this ship with him aboard to see her.
The soft curls of her fur, her short round muzzle, her fiery, passionate red eyes... He missed the nights curled up beside her, when his heart would flutter as he looked at her sleeping face because he couldn't believe how much he loved her. He longed for the times when she'd bring him out the fields in the evening, when all the fireflies lit up the sky and glowed and they'd share a drink and a picnic. He missed dancing until they both fell over in a pile of giggles. He missed the times when she'd gently kiss his forehead and lead him to bed whenever he'd been up all night studying.
He missed her loud, hearty laugh. He missed the way she walked, like she owned the entire world. He missed her silver tongue and unpredictability. He missed the gentle way she used to hug him whenever she noticed he was upset. He missed waking up early to make her breakfast in bed, he missed the way her eyes would shine when he'd surprise her with gifts. Gods, he even missed the times when she'd snap at him for forgetting to sweep, or for spending the entire day reading.
He didn't know what to do; everything felt hopeless. If she'd gone and joined a clan, surely she would've tried to find him by now. So that meant...
He hadn't realized he'd been sitting on the railing of the ship, staring out at the sea for hours until he felt the familiar weight of Trudy leave his back. He turned around to see the creature scurrying off, and he let out a soft sigh and turned back to the ocean.
Trudy let out a high-pitched call as she darted into the lower portions of the ship, trying to get someone's attention. Trudy didn't know exactly what was happening, but she knew that Nico wasn't ever this weird when other people were around.
(Open to replies)