This story has taken many a strange turn, from simple curiosity to an almost prophetic connection found on an off chance night under a waterfall in sunrock. Never would Tahara have thought of anyone she might want, certainly not someone as cranky and hostile as Tagrok has been in the past.
And yet, on that very first night, Tahara saw a kind and patient man hiding under a guise of hatred, trying to cope with his own trauma. From day one, Tahara has believed in his heart and soul as capable of a great deal of kindness and nobility - and, by proxy, gotten more than a little frustrated with him when he chose to act in anger. Their fights will stay in her memory as clearly as the moments they made up. She’s more than a little grateful on the help from Kyrazha and Vraxxar, to make sure both parties kept trying.
Now, Tahara can’t think of a life without him. A shadow at her back, quiet and cooling and constant, she struggles every day with the intensity of her own feelings. Many of them remain tangled with memories from her time as a slave, twisting love and desire into jealousy and fear. Nightmares and dreams in equal measure, Tahara clings to hope that one day, she can be his mate, in all that entails. A sense of normality and stability that has been absent from her life entirely.
There are a few more things to settle, before she can find peace with her own heart.