Boartusk Heights the goodbye is the hardest part

Their eyes reminded him of spring, of petals that fluttered off of trees, or pink flowers that bloomed in the meadow. That much he'd noted as he'd studied them too. Pink eyes wheren't unseen to him, in fact shades of warm reds and oranges were strongly preferred to the Deorwine. Still, they bore a uniqueness that he couldn't quite place... The way their fur fluffed out brought about a similar reaction. 

Lio. Knox repeated it to himself in his mind and politely nodded. Simple enough to be easily memorable. And if not their name, well their face definetly would be.

Nice to meet you then, Lio. I'll be one of the friendlier faces you meet. Promise. The elken-blood humored with a sweet grin, lighting his face like a charming little candle against the dark that covered the rest of him. Most of him.

I just arrived here recently. I have no idea whats beyond this mountain except the path I walked up.