Whitefish River Someone Purer

My post ain't very long, sorry. They will get longer, I swear!

Gloom. It hung over her heard like a storm cloud. It was not the deep-seated sorrow he knew, but he could taste her discontent. For what reason, he could not fathom. He lethargically drew closer to her, but not too near. Close enough to let her know that she had an audience, nothing more. Upon closer inspection, he could see the beginnings of a scar on her face. It looked...new. More recent than his own facial imperfections. He wished to see more of it, but he did not push her, waiting in ruminative silence. All the while, the sun continued to stroke its morning light across the sky, it artistry lost to Vehiron in favor of this nameless, faceless woman.