Deepwood Weald Road To Ruin

The manner in which he spoke seemed to have caught her off guard. Lucy was not used to the abrupt responses, or the gruff nature of the male. While his tone had afforded him a seemingly gruff appearance, it was the good-natured way that he carried himself that seemed to allow the dark shadow to remain there and listen. He talked of travel and places to rest, then mentioned that he thought the tree had been an apt location. Her pale blue gaze drifted toward the bark of the tree before she nodded her head, almost solemnly.
 
“It does look nice,” she agreed in a soft voice. With her heart thrumming, the ghoul latched tightly to the few things he had explained, and she canted her head a little to the right. There was a thoughtful frown imprinted on her young features. Otherwise, she appeared the same as when she had stepped through the thick brush. “You’ve been traveling?”