The Floodlands No Need to Run and Hide

Kegana appreciated the softening, and relaxed her posture, she dipped her head again, relishing in the cool water. She had grown up in a desert, and she knew there was no better feeling when one was hot than the chill of a stream. It was an easy silence that spread between them. Having established the grounds to co-exist for a moment, Kegan was content to enter the stream to further the cooling process.

Kegana offered her companion a glance every few moments, wondering whether she should offer any others words. She too was not one for small talk, finding the task tiresome and often fruitless. Clearing her throat awkwardly, she broke what had once been a comfortable silence.