Silverlight Terrace Don't hold your breath

He followed her movements carefully. Was he dreaming? He had had a lack of sleep for some time now as nightmares swirled around in his mind. If this was a dream, it could very well be the best one he'd ever had. He rumbled a soft chuckle as they both recalled their first meeting. At least she hadn't forgotten him - that would've been a cruel joke. Then again, the world only played cruel jokes on him.

It's good to see you again, Minty. He said, perhaps the most genuine words he'd ever spoken directly towards her. He shifted his body, satisfying an itch he didn't know he had with the bark of the tree, then sitting down with a soft hmf. Even better to not see Mi-rawr again. He smirked. Who knows, perhaps if her family hadn't come running, she would've gone with him to lands unknown. Not that he was great at convincing others to stick with him willingly. He wore them down, like soft pencils writing on sandpaper.