Shadowwyn Moor i might fade like a sigh if I stay

he'd wandered fairly far again without meaning to. he was glad that olive seemed to understand the restlessness within him; more than understand, it was born into her, too. except she couldn't leave, and he could. he tried not to hold it over her head too much. she rocked at the whole "responsibilities and leadership" thing; cortez had always sort of lacked that.

this ugly landscape wasn't much of a vacation, though, and he hadn't been within the moor for very long before he considered turning back. the chocolate-colored woman nearby changed his mind, though, and he meandered her way. she looked like life had beat her down and not let her get back up, even to beg for mercy. his eyes softened as he stared, giving her a chuff.

you okay, there? he queried, lifting his chin. maybe she was fine, and he was reading too much into things per usual.