Sleeping Dragon And I'll undress

The uncertainty in the woman's expression caused for him to wonder if he'd done it wrong, but the second her smile had returned he'd cast aside such thoughts. He'd done a good job, as was concluded from her given praise. If all else failed, he knew that he'd be able to do the work of a bee, so his life was set. Her nudge was welcomed, and an attempt at returning it was made before she'd pulled away. Thereafter, he'd waited to hear more, but his attention was instead directed towards home. The question was considered for a moment or two, giving him enough of time to decide that he didn't want to go back yet. Despite that, he'd given a nod, for even though he didn't want to return, he assumed that it was necessary. Poor-shah was probably busy, and he didn't want her to get into any trouble because of him.

Whenever she'd start to move, the boy would follow, keeping close to her the entire time. He knew her name, as well as what she both looked and smelled like, and so there'd come a day in which he'd seek her out again. Until then, he'd replay her lessons over in his head until they were seared into his brain, never to be forgotten.