Overture Downs make your peace

Should it be a strange phenomenon to admit such feelings? The Wayfarer says it casually, as if admitting that deer is his favorite meal, or that the weather is nice. Ghost reminds him of what he’s left behind, he likes how he feels when they interact. A simple conclusion for a complex web.

He finds the glee curved across Ghost’s lips attractive.

The Wayfarer rests his eyes again, content now to doze off into this world where they are the only two who exist. A moment where he isn’t quite the person he was raised to be.

Yet eventually, he hears Ghost start to talk again. Slumber is chased out, yet at first, he doesn’t hear what the silver is talking about. He tunes in to talks of finding someone—two someones?—and then an invitation, served up on a platter with a fancy envelope and a swiggle where his name ought to be.

He’s not sure why he should go with them, but he’s got nothing better to do with this stretch of freedom. He can do whatever he wants. Why not travel around the Wilds with Ghost for now?

“I’d like it if you did.”

And who is he, to argue with that?

Yeah, sure, he says, gruff voice growing light as his jaws break into a yawn, I’ll go with you.