Fox's Glade ageless as the sun

Her fire only brought laughter to the man, reminded of Ceara and happy days. He only shook his head, "I apologize. I'll mind my own business." Sia struggled to contain the laughter, but eventually her let it die and as left with a concealed smile.

"Myrren." He played her name on his tongue, and dip his head in proper greeting. She sat back, and her inky pelt morphed into the ground, looking as a statue rising from the earth. "Inuttut, the northern tongue, the language of my home land." He had no qualms speaking of the his culture, it was common knowledge. "You are a ray of fire, masked as the darkest night." He offered her an example to attach to memory.