Heron Lake Plateau quam amoena

he was a wildly scarred man, this beast who came down the slope to look at her. eshamun was still quite unused to the vulnerability that the gentle roundness of her shape placed upon her. while she was not a commanding figure, she was able to demand fealty from those who followed with a glance, a gesture. she saved these for them, however.

the woman said nothing, however; she stood poised, placid in the water as a doe might be, her eyes trained watchfully on the stranger.  whatever threat he might pose, she was unafraid for the moment, her gaze as open and welcoming as the arms of the malkaria.