Northstar Vale The woods are lovely, dark, and deep

Feathered tail found it's way into a metrical beat, swaying lightly at sable heels as he mirrored the woman's resting position.

The vale was indeed a sight to behold. The trees. The streamlets. The meadows. A work of art carved within the corner of the earth. "Truly, it is breathtaking" he agreed, mint gaze taking in the awe-inspiring environment as he wondered what nameless god had crafted such an oasis.

Pulled from his thoughts at the woman's words, Dagwood let the corner of his lips tug upward. "Dagwood" he introduced, a warm smile embracing his features as he turned to meet that bumblebee stare of hers.