A Stolen Cloak

Walking up to the pools in the darkness of night Seaxa peers down to the small woman walking beside him, "Is that Hund's bow?  That is my cloak, you know."  He then grins a little, "Perhaps you are a thief like that elder thought when I met you." 

Hugging the cloak tighter around her frame, she feels the softness of the bright white fabric brush against her cheeks, "I am not a thief!"  She exclaims in mock offense.  "I am just... I borrow.  Your cloak smell good and feel warm and is soft."

"You smell good and feel warm and are soft," he laughs, shaking his head.  "You haven't borrowed anything of Hilda's yet."

Blodau shrugs, "I no sleep with Hilda."  She states in a matter-of-fact tone. "Besides, I like the brightness.  Hilda no have the same kind of bright cloak like yours."  'And I like smelling your cloak,' she thinks to herself but decides not to add.

"You look good in white," he nods in agreement as they continue walking. 

That night, Blodau returns home with the white cloak still wrapped around her and a little smirk on her lips, 'Mine,' she thinks to herself.