Duck Lake burning cities and napalm skies

It was as if the floor gave way, and he was suddenly ashamed of the importance he placed on her answer. The emotion she choose to share help to break the ice further, the raging thud of his heart calmed. His green gaze took on a softer look, a silent tear fell that he refused to acknowledge.

“It appears we are both alone.” Although he spoke softly, Siarut had no doubt that she would hear. His gaze wandered as he thought of the next move, the unsteady feeling of branching out, pushing past his protection. Refocusing on the stone coloured woman, the brokenness still fixed in the look, but the loneliness a little less intense.

“I am Siarut…” The northerners voice was shaky, not at all the previous confidence he had claimed in the last conversation. “It is nice to meet you.” Sia offered his sanity on a platter for the woman, not sure if he could handle the simple rejection of a stranger. Perhaps this way, they could both be a little less alone.