Duck Lake I Second That Emotion

A silvery woman comes to the call he had issued and he admires that she resonates strength. there is muscle, there are scars, and he decides he is in the presence of warrior. she emits strength. He dares not speak on the curiosity that becomes him, only briefly, as these scars may ne of her past and they are not his to inquire of. the reasons for her ornaments are not his business. she is a stranger. 

 She finds the water and drinks. Collision offers her plenty of room to stand in her own company before she asks him a question. There was so much to say. So much he could spill. Quite honestly, he was bursting at the seems to run rampant about every single thing that made him so glum, "You haven't the time," His words withdraw and he finds himself in the midst of a conflicted chuckle. It was amusing how the mind worked in a state of turmoil. 

 "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Collision," He dips his head in regard for the other and though he owes her no such thing it was simply his nature to be most formal and inviting. Perhaps she didn't care and after quelling her thirst would dissapate once more to be nothing more than an unmentionable memory.