Wapun Meadow open my chest and color my spine

Her words and her demeanor were telling two different stories. Siarut wasn’t sure which to listen too, but decided she understood herself best, listening to her words he nodded lightly. “Siarut.” He offered, apparently today was not a good day.

Looking at her quizzically, “Am I really that scary?” Although his query had a hint of amusement, his tone did not. The large man was serious.