Kaczor truly knew how to plan a trip; there wasn't a moment in their travels where Ella found herself resenting that she'd agreed to come. She sat across from the other woman, chatting when she wasn't reading or watching the snow fall.
She was sitting on the step of the carriage, face tilted toward the sky, when her wife spoke up.
Envy was stirring in the back of her mind, pointing out how the clothes, the campsite, everything could be better and wasn't. We deserve more. But Ella brushed the thoughts aside and studied the woman in front of her.
Snow was speckled throughout her hair, and she couldn't help but bite her lip, as she watched another snowflake land.
She was sitting on the step of the carriage, face tilted toward the sky, when her wife spoke up.
A fire, please.She could have built a fire; but someone had recently told her that she should let her wife show her love in her own way. And to figure out how she'd return the gesture.
Envy was stirring in the back of her mind, pointing out how the clothes, the campsite, everything could be better and wasn't. We deserve more. But Ella brushed the thoughts aside and studied the woman in front of her.
Snow was speckled throughout her hair, and she couldn't help but bite her lip, as she watched another snowflake land.
Do you camp often?
01-02-2025, 11:25 AM
