Larksong Grotto Thy wicker feet may tread these roads

It's perfectly fine! I myself have been busy with school practices and performances, busy week. Thought this would be a good place to end off :)

Her compliment did not slide over deaf ears and Arch dipped his head in thanks, curiosity blooming and she turned towards what he presumed was the heart of the territory. From what his honeyed eyes could see, it was a delightful place, blessed with forested beauty that would do well to suit the ombré shades of autumn that came slowly but surely to drape this northern land.

"Raas," he repeated, his tongue rolling the words rich tones into the breeze as he came to grips with the pronunciation, growing to like the sound that would stick with him for the uncertain future. "Thank you, Jhala." And so he followed her tawny pelt his muscles beginning to relax as the land beckoned of secrets to be discovered.