Bramblepoint we steal fire from the heavens

She knew who it was without even having to look, his all too familiar voice drifting in the stillness of the night. His question carried weight that she was not sure he knew of. Only after a beat of silence did she lift her head to gaze upon his face. No. It was the truth, she did not have the best track record of lying so there was no point in hiding. Yet she did not elaborate for curiosity gripped her — a usual trend when in the presence of him. Are you? She wondered what he made of the world in its current state, what he felt in general, what had drawn him out the woods. There was undeniable curiosity in the depths of her ruby eyes.