Honeyed Pasture king forever, ceasing never

While the answer to his question did not give him much of substance, he swiftly deemed it sensible and didn't have a good way to formulate his words into greater question. How could you know ahead, anyway? Pursuing the winds itself couldn't be as straightforward as tracking game, the scents not so concrete on the very breezes, and set to change given very little urging. Of course, it seemed that patience was key even in chasing the varieties of winds that swept through the wilds and elsewhere, but he was in experienced company, it seemed.

He raised his head, and tilted an interested look her way when she said she had gone after the harsh ones, and may do so again. Not to be turned aside with such mystery, and fascinated by how she was not deterred by them once before, he was left with plenty to wonder. Yet, did he want all the answers so easily? He sensed he might want to find them out himself, but it wouldn't stop him from attempting to peer into her insights, and he did what he could to volley back the inquiries, back and forth. Mostly, he was content to know her better, and was finding himself more than enjoying her company; he would be loathe to part ways when they reached the end of their time together today, so he did not hurry headlong to that. Instead he let himself fade into the pursuit of seeing more, and into a role beside her as company back to her--hopeful that he could be half as interesting to her, as she was to him.

He hoped, too, that when they did head on back to their respective homes, an island and a spire, that it may not be the last.

wrapping vague bc i took too long and this is older now, but if you'd like to have them meet up again, i'm very ok with that [big eyes]