Blackfeather Woods but the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;

Kove remained where he was, watching as she turned and looked him over; he did the same to her, studying her facial expressions before moving his gaze down her body, taking in what he could see and then meeting her gaze. An invitation was extended, one that he accepted by approaching her, settling in at her side whilst taking a better look at her offering; it did not hold his attention for very long, however, and his head was soon turned back in her direction. “Your name?” he asked, not having one to call her by. He wondered, too, what her offerings might be for, but settled for asking but a single inquiry.