Dragoncrest Cliffs The Flower which grows best in the dark

Slowly she came closer, and with each step his anxious mind settled. He couldn't be sure it was her mere presence of the fact that she was accepting his company that helped quite his thoughts. He form pressed against his sent a flutter through Cecil, relaxing his muscels and his mind. Adding to his already enjoyable evening. He thought that perhaps quit companionship was what she was looking for, and the thought of bring words to sound worried him. However he delved forward, and let the consequences be damned.

"I hope Drageda isn't to dreary for you."

As soon as the words left his maw Cecil was on edge, what a stupid thing to say, real eloquent Cecil, his brain betrayed him, his thoughts degrading. Perhaps, one day, if he was lucky, this woman might accept his dumb words. He could talk through the details of a truce between two nations easily, he could fight a bear without a shred of fear, even speaking with Heda was easier than communication with this dark beauty. Cecil wondered if this was how it was supposed to be, when you had a crush on someone.