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

As he gathered what he could from simple deduction, he supposed she had a question - but she dismissed it with a smile of capable pearls. Well, if she had a question, she would surely ask; the Sea-Found hadn't seemed to hide anything from him, before...either that, or he hadn't looked hard enough. Such a thought crossed him and the Assassin felt himself feel bad. Maybe he was meant to offer her conversation?Was that what she desired?

Apparently not, as she ghosted forward and caressed his muzzle with her own before melding back into the grasp of the heartlands of Shadewood. The onyxian watched her as the speckled body disappeared through oaks and yews, through timbers of near all kind as the sounds of lonely waves from a far off sea followed her home.

Hell, he needed to get better with understanding her, he chastised himself as he settled down for a nap. And his final thoughts were a blur as he fell sullenly into a doze, but he swore her face was the one whom he saw last behind closed lids.

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