Shadewood You've been fighting the memory all on your own

Though it were still early morning, the woods shielded much of the viable rays and trapped only a few prisms between the lush but Autumn stricken leaves. Almost as though nothing but shade and warmth were permitted by the forest, itself. The name suit it well.

He hadn’t slept very well as of late, and figured this would be a fine time for it now that he had some peace of mind. Plus, Kai had come, hadnt she? Turning to look over a lean shoulder before bringing his entire front to face the multicolored youth, he regarded her as he lowered himself to the den’s front. 

She look abashed for something, or atleast her mind was troubled somehow. The Guardian wanted to ask her exactly what troubles her so immensely- she had been fine moments prior, or so he thought. But the trouble was her speech. He knew she didn’t mind speaking to him in her broken way of it, but he didn’t want to force her to speak should it stress her even more. 

So he continued to watch the young Sea-Fae as he physically transcribed how concerned he was, his ears quirking to splay outwards, then laying back as he didn’t exactly know how to help her should she not express herself to him.