Wheeling Gull Isle xx. and if it should pass that your heart aches for mine

His lungs filled with air in slow deep inhales. Controlled, as he was trying to be. As he demanded himself to be. She spoke, and he, desiring nothing more than for her to leave him at the peace he had found for the moment, had to listen. He wouldn't leave, this was his spot for today. Should he leave, it would show she had gotten to him once more; which was something he refused now more than ever. Instead, he would wait her out. Until she grew impatient enough to leave him be, or that she felt satisfied enough. 

As her speech came to an end, the silence lingered again. But it wasn't a silence like before, the air was thick with static, an aura around the white knight that shielded his heart and soul. The position is rightfully Daegon's now, is it not. Only now did his eye break away from the scenery, and onto the stary woman. The shine, the sweet warmth it once radiated for a bright moment, now cold, empty, and vacant; filled with hate. 

Our communication means nothing.