Meadowlark Prairie to savour your accent

fern. ”that’s a pretty name,” merrick grinned, suspecting the girl might be vulnerable to a gentle flirtation. were he after such things, the boy felt that bedding those of the female persuasion could be quite easy for him. but only astara had ever inspired such sensation in merrick; he was not eager to partake without those flames climbing his veins.
for now he was content to play the role of charming young man, escort to a lovely lost girl. in the mountains would lurk caverns; in the rocky recesses her vivid voice would vibrate with agony, unheard.
”i think it will stop, eventually. but we have to be careful until then. where were you headed?”
merrick punctuated the silence that followed with a sniff to the earth, as if his beautiful quarry was not already simpering and affable at his very side.