Blacktail Deer Plateau this world is only gonna break your heart

in truth arcturus had no idea what to expect by his admission. it put the fear of god in his heart to be so bald; what if wraen spurned him then and there, left him alone in that desolate countryside with nothing but his guilt and inadequacy to keep him company? worse yet, what if she felt disgusted? he waited for his hopes to be dashed and his dreams dejected, eyes never leaving the ground.

until she spoke of her own story. somehow, as literal as arcturus was famed to be, he did not believe that this was fable so much as reality. and the more she spoke, the more his eyes widened and lifted until at last he was looking upon wraen (so terribly cold and composed) with slowly-dawning distress.

he had but one friend in this world besides wraen and maia. but one friend that was female, beautiful -- he flinched under wraen's frigid delivery, having never seen this side of her before. breathless, acrturus ventured to guess as much as every nerve in his body screamed him not to do so. "kukutux...? but.. what does she have to do with anything?" and a more important question stirred feebly under his heart -- since when was kukutux jealous or hateful?