Lost Creek Hollow girl you party all the time

When she stopped he followed suit shortly after, but not without first stealing a few extra steps in her direction. He wasn’t the least bit threatened by her, nor did he feel particularly inclined to warn her off; they weren’t too close to his valley and she seemed to be alone in every sense of the word. No one worth worrying over, just a passerby. “Neither was I,” he responded. “Usually how it is, though. Company appears when you’re least expecting it.” It was bothersome and annoying at times, even now—and he’d come a long way in terms of tolerance, especially towards strangers.

“I’m not leaving, if that’s what you’re hinting at,” he added a beat later. “Not yet, anyways.” Eventually, he would return to his valley just as he did every other time but, for the time being, he wanted to be out and about. So, instead of leaving, he actually tried to socialise. “You alone?” was asked without much thought, the creepiness in association with it going right over his head. Xan wasn’t creepy, after all. He was totally normal all—most never—of the time.