Blacktail Deer Plateau Under the moons waning gaze

I know. I love writing with you. You really bring out a different side of Atticus. :)

He listened to her speak, his eyes drifting unfocused out over the horizon to linger somewhere above the jagged lines of the mountains where they jutted into the starry sky. She didn't know how close to home she was playing right now. What she was saying reverberated in his mind with an electric clarity that set his nerves alight and quickened his heartbeat. His mind and his heart seldom agreed on many things, but when he looked at her, all was quiet inside. "Blue, I…" he started to say, his gaze moving to linger on her face.