Blackfeather Woods White rose petals

The trees rippled like the waves of the ocean, their dark colors a contrast to the vibrate blue-green but it still soothed her chaotic mind. His voice came, drawing her out of her thoughts and wanderings. Asking about if she liked his home, funny choice of words. Wasn't this her home to, or was he giving her a chance to reject this place and go back to the waves and brine?

She looked at him with a gentle smile, her dark cheeks still warm from her earlier musings. "It's beautiful, might I stay by yer side?" she asked trying to convey her feelings without being too strange, and yet her ears fell as she thought of how her words might sound. "I want tis to be mah home too.."