Meadowlark Prairie Well, well, well. What have we here?

He sidled up to her, pressing his side against her as best he could with their uneven heights. She greeted him bluntly despite his affections, the black sheep sighing at her tone. Can't I accompany my mandia on her way? He looked her up and down, eyes trailing over her gaunt frame. Besides: you're too frail to be going out on your own. He nudged her side, his nose grazing over a rib.