Stone Circle the silence was a lakebed & i found myself shipwrecked at the bottom

it is easy to lose himself, easy to be physically present, to be aware in a mechanic sense but not be at the same time. cyron lets his guard drop, needing to believe that he was safe in the confines of easthollow's borders. he doesn't, not entirely, of course. a shadow approaches him, startling him out of his thoughts. no, he corrects himself, not a shadow. just a girl. still, he flinches, recoiling sharply at her hello as if she was a venomous snake that had just bitten him. he sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth and lets it out in a heavy exhale that carries with it relief and simmers with humiliation. cyron's dull chestnut eyes lower from her sheepishly and apologetic. he does not tell her that she scared him — it would only be redundant and thus he does not state the obvious. "hello," he responds thickly after a few heartbeats, curled tail giving a soft, tentative wag in response.