Hoshor Plains [M]aybe I'm going deaf

the unfamiliar man drew closer to where she hid, silken words pouring from betwixt his lips like summer sap down an elm. she pushed her tiny body further into the brush, trying to conceal herself despite the urge to step forward, toward safety.

he could protect her, couldn’t he? this man wasn’t like the boy from the woods; rather, he was soft-spoken and kind, giving liliana no reason to believe he had any bad intentions. she peeked from the leaves toward his sand-colored snout and stared in silence, unwilling to fully reveal herself.