Dawnlark Plains all that summer was fire and rain

cameo, please ignore me

She'd told him she was going, and Pygmalion very nearly let her go unaccompanied. Or, at least. . .unwatched. But his paranoia got the better of him, and so he waited a few beats, and then followed along, walking out into the open. There was another, there, and so he hunkered down near a snow-cloaked hillock, observing.

Pyg was too far away to hear or understand. But the shadowy girl that approached Bhediya was far larger; if she were to strike, he could be there within a moment's notice. His dark eyes fixed firmly on the scene, he waited—hearing each and every beat of his heart in the evening silence.