Fox's Glade My past has tasted bitter

A chuff drew him from his reflection from their current path, turning to see the pale woman. He gave her a smile. Siarut had noticed her distance and was unsure what had transpired to cause her to lose faith, but he was glad she had come around once again. "You have been more distant more distant recently. Are you alright?" Her past was still so unknown, and sometimes he was worried about offending her for some unknown reason. Perhaps he had done so and this was the result. "Have I offended you?" Sia thought he had been a gentleman in every encounter, but perhaps she had some cultural differences that he was unaware of.

The sun was just starting to make its way in to the sky, but it was difficult to tell considering the dense leaves above them. To those inside the glade it would seem as if night was still high in the sky, save for the periodic spotlights that travelled through the gaps in the trees.