Jade Fern Grove I was wild, chasing stones.

His heart hammered in his chest and for a moment he wondered if that was a good thing. Her words painted a beautiful picture in his mind. He was tempted to hold onto the thought but, why? They were living it at that very moment. He would revel in the reality of things for once.

Moonlight eyes watched as she flowed around him. Something in him desired to reach out to her, make sure she was real and not just some ghostly siren. Manners would have him stay relatively still though. A distraction from his own thoughts was graciously offered in her question. Originally, far away. He admitted with an almost distant look through the forest. It was short lived though as he looked back to her. Now I'm in some place called Diaspora. The way he said it made him sound like — feel like too, really — a stranger in the place. He didn't want to talk about him too much though. He had never been very good at it.

Do you have a name? He inquired softly before a small smile broke his features. I figure if I'm to protect you until the moon can lead you, Oh how he hopes the moon doesn't return so soon. ...then maybe I should have something to call you.