Golden Glade Little sorrows sit and weep

last!

“I see,” she was satisfied with how the conversation was going, but she needed to go now. It would soon be night, and she had to find a place to rest. “Well, it was a pleasure talking to you, badass Penn,” she repeated his lovely description of himself. If this wasn’t the most arrogant whelp she had ever met, she did not know what it was.
 
“But I must get going.” Aneira struggled to lift herself entirely from the ground; her body was frail and it still hurt from the fall she experienced before he made his appearance. “Take care.” And she gave Penn a last glance before she turned away; it will soon be the time to begin her long journey home.