Raschen tensed at her touch, every muscle clenching tightly beneath her fingertips. He stared down, ears flicked back, air caught in his throat which he was forced to swallow.<br/><br/>"I received similar scorn from moth---from the priestess...she caught wind of us by observing out behavior.... she warns me of exile and of the scorn of the goddess for crossing boundaries so set in stone to be with you..." He mumbled, paws still frozen on the parted sash of his loin cloth, his beads clicking faintly as he shook his head. "My heart aches to hear such words from her, Taryn..."<br/><br/>His emerald gaze leapt over his shoulder at her to meet her eyes, a faint redness about them. he had shed tears. "I...don't ever want to be apart from you, Taryn...and yet the Warren abounds in disgust over such a possible pairing..." The paws that held his sash shook, losing hold of it as the light sash, buckle and cloth fell away to lay over his lower paws that tensed on the floor.