Larksong Grotto cranberry

what the fuck? is he like- posing?

that was a thousand yard stare if she'd ever seen one. he was draped in mahogany and dusky, earthen colors; arletta even thought he looked a little beat up. she gazed upwards at him, eyes narrowed at the harsh sunlight behind him. she remained laying down, scowling and afraid. arletta had absolutely corned herself. how could she be so stupid?

"listen, mister, i don't want no trouble but i'll give it to you if you don't get on yer way!" she shouted upwards, believing he'd already seen her.

he was scary alright, dramatically tall and dark.

like a frightened feline she shied in on herself and her lips pulled back to reveal a ready set of teeth. regardless if he'd meant any harm, she didn't know who this was! this land was new and she'd placed herself in a cavern of little exits.