Moonstone Quarry the sky's falling baby

The woman drew closer to him. Her movements were like a dance. Contrasted against him, he was even more oaken than usual: a large structure planted on the earth. Étoille watched her curiously. The man did not have much experience with femininity. Not that he'd never known women, but he'd never truly pursued a courtship, nor had a way of really recognizing flirtation for what it was. He also could not read that she was lonely, not that he would have known what to do with that if he could.

But he was lonely, too, even if he could not name it that way. He dipped his head slightly, not quite smiling, but expression relaxed. "Are you from around," he asked, low voice intruiged. His earlier thoughts were completely exorcized from his large, beautiful head. She was exactly what he needed: a distraction. And a lovely one at that, if he was completely honest.