Jade Fern Grove I was wild, chasing stones.

She was enchanting in a thrilling sort of way. Perhaps she worked magics of affection, cast spells of charm. That was an amusing thought to him. Did she have magic in her veins? Fueled on by moonlight and the mere energy of nature? He had half a mind to ask but admittedly...he was still a bit too bashful to do that. Playing pretend in a role she made for him was easy enough. It was not so easy to take the leap of faith — of creativity — with her.

He toyed with the thought of telling her where he was originally from but the idea was smothered in his mind. He would likely only find somberness if he went on about his roots. The mountain they (him and his sister, of course) lingered in now was pretty enough to perhaps spin some grand imagery. It's a lonesome place. Like the earth made it to be hidden, tucked into a sleepy hollow. It hides a beautiful sight though. He settled in beside her as he gave her a moment to begin painting the image in her mind. There's a lake that no doubt makes the place livable. Shimmers in the light. I bet tonight it would be radiant. His last word had his voice fall into a hushed whisper.